Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

in the trash bin? Impossible; No way in hell. TBC

I could feel myself slipping away for once I didn't have anything to say to her, to defend myself. "What are you talking about this trash?" Quinn asked looking at me with mock curiosity. "Just give me back." "Let's put it where it belongs," Madison says, "in the trash." Quinn gasps, "yea good idea Maddy. Trashy girl, trashy beanie all belong to the trash." I didn't say anything and Quinn walks to the trashcan, opens it and drops my beanie into it. Then she dust her hands by slapping it together. "There all done." They smile and walk away.

She begins, eyeing my outfit. "Of course i do. The cheap slutty waitress who works at Sandy's in Buffalo. What do you want with Gray ?" She asks. I sigh and refuse to speak. Her expensive perfume fans my nose and I couldn't help but admire her. You could tell the difference between us. She's classy , rich, popular and a super model. "You're just one of this broke golddiggers who wants what they don't deserve. Just a friendly advise. Take your shit face and stay away from Gray if you know what's best for you."

Then after a while, the video stopped. “Shameless!” “What a dirty bitch!” “Slut!” “Ambitious whore!” “Disgustful woman!” "Shameless superstar!" “A hooker superstar!” “A maniac superstar!” “What a shame!” “Shameless family!” Everyone angrily shouted pointing at Trishia. She saw her elite closest friends, her manager, directors, and bosses were looking at her in disgust.

One guy finishes dumping the trash-can over her, and I watch, horrified, and some nameless black sludge drips onto her head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she blubbers. “I was just trying to help her.” There are three boys. More like men than boys, as each one of them is tall and muscular from what I can tell of their backs. The one who throws the trash-can across the hall, he’s the tallest, with dark blonde hair and a cruel glint to his eyes. Another one – a thick-shouldered guy, built like a footballer – grinds some sort of horrible concoction of trash, sludge and food into the girl’s thigh with his foot. The girl doesn’t do anything, whimpers escaping her mouth as she keeps her eyes closed.

"Susanne Young! You despicable, arrogant piece of shit! You think having money makes you a better person than everyone else, or that it lets you destroy someone's future for fun? "Aside from having rich parents, in what way am I inferior to you? Why must you keep crushing me? You made me lose my job and ruined my platform for future careers!" Amused, I laughed and gave her a dismissive look. "You're denied future careers because you're useless. Even if you wore designer necklaces and went to fancy parties, you'd still just be a well-packaged trash. "I don't even bother suppressing someone like you. This world isn't short on people who think they're righteous heroes. It isn't exactly hard to

“The daughter of the most influential person? But her mouth can’t be guarded, just like trash, “I said coldly. I don’t know what I’m doing, what I know is that this is a disaster because I’m sure Giselle will feel like I’m being challenged. I don’t care, the wolf inside me is already raging to hurt her. And I won’t stay silent when Giselle calls mom obscene. “What are you saying? Trash?” Giselle asked. “Well, you really are trash hiding under your surname and pack name!” I quipped. Giselle smirked. “This is called trash!” With so discordant she spilled trash on my face.

She is just plain white trash. “What are you doing?” Mom asked. “I was trying to figure out what Jayson and Alexi see in that trashy slut.” I state. “She is just a toy to them. They will soon see that she is not worthy of them and they will come crawling to you.” mom comments.

"Clara, do you believe in past lives? In your past life, you were the Luna of the Sunfire pack, and you even gave birth to a pure-blood descendant. You were admired by all. "But as for me, I ended up having to fight rogues for food. Why is that? We came from the same womb, so why are you better than me in everything? You're more talented and prettier than I am, and even the Elders like you more! "You could've saved me, but you refused to tell me your secret. Since you want me to die so badly, I'll turn you into nourishment for my pup instead!" As I looked at Rosalie, who had a crazed look on her face, I had mixed feelings about this.

Bang! Jacob Carlson suddenly pick up the tea cup on the table and smashed it violently on to the floor. His frustration turned into fury. "Trash! Who is trash! Useless pieces of trash! This woman couldn't even settle such a simple matter, she was just a trash!" He roared coldly. "I couldn't believe that this Jate Woods managed to smell a rat so easily. He's not easy to handle at all."