Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

“Go find someone else and stop disturbing my sleep!, ugh. You can even do it yourself for all I care, please leave” " Ugh, so annoying “ Claire hissed and left the class banging the door on her way out. The class was startled and one of the girls said " look at that ungrateful bitch, she got such a hot shot as a partner and she's still making a fuss”. She leaned in to Lucas’s table so Lucas might hear her. " He's so handsome, we would look so perfect together “ Lucas groaned and turned his head to the other side. He was embarrassed for the girl in her stead.

"You want to know what trash looks like, Emily?" "I'm looking at it." "No," Lora said, her voice growing deadly calm. "Trash is a woman who destroys everyone around her for money. Trash is someone who turns her own family members against each other. Trash is a person who causes miscarriages through cruelty and then blames the victim." Emily's face went pale. "How dare you—" "Trash is Emily Caldwell," Lora continued relentlessly. "A woman so desperate to maintain her position that she'll sacrifice anyone, destroy anything, hurt everyone just to feel powerful."

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.

It’s dirty but it’s so fucking hot. As I carry my bag and limp out the door, I turn once to see that professor Kade is back to his put together self and looks nothing like the man who just fucked my brains out on his desk. Turning around once more, I try as best as I can to hide my limp as I walk out of the classroom, my thighs sticky and uncomfortable. Clarissa is not going to believe it. Hell, even I don’t believe it. I fucked my chemistry professor.

Clara burst into a peal of laughter and clapped her hands, "Whether you give me some of your blood or not. I have been able to make a point today. No matter your deceit and slyness, Tristan will always choose me over you. You are born to always stay below me and that's where you will be. Underneath me," Alyssa went dumb for a few seconds before turning to look at her. She chuckled, "Desperate whore! You are born to be the rich man's bed warmer and that's what you will continue to do. You will never have something good. You will be used and dumped. Mark my words," Alyssa bravely retorted. Her voice was relaxed, however, they were piercing into Clara's skin. Clara got exasperated hearing Aly

Instead, she snatched up a few crystal decorations from the stage. "You shameless tramp," she sneered, inspecting the crystal in her hand. "You're dressed so plainly. How could you afford these expensive pieces? You must be spending my man’s money!" She examined it further, then laughed coldly. "No, that can’t be right. Ryan wouldn’t waste that much on a seductress like you. These must all be rented, huh? Trying to fake wealth to fool Ryan into marrying you? Dream on!" With that, she grabbed an ornate porcelain vase from beside her feet and began smashing it—and everything else on the stage.

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.