Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

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.

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."

“I was cleaning some things out earlier. Actually, I was about to throw it away before you all arrived.” My gaze remained on him. “Throw what away?” “Waste,” he replied smoothly. “Things that aren’t useful to me and Clara anymore.” His eyes briefly flickered toward Clara again. She looked even worse now. Her fingers fidgeted nonstop beside her thighs. At some point she raised one hand and started biting against her fingernails. Her actions wasn’t helping Grayson’s situation at all. I stepped further towards Grayson. “Open the bag.” Grayson’s jaw tightened. “There’s no need for that. You're an Alpha and shouldn't see things like garbage.”

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.

After over two decades of living, I finally met someone who dared to act cocky before me. Amused, I tilted my head and asked calmly, "What did you want me to say? I didn't hear you the first time." "Great. You're deaf, too. Listen carefully, alright? 'I'm a useless bitch!' See? It's not that hard." I burst into laughter. "Okay. I heard you loud and clear now. Since you're a useless bitch, why don't you just step aside and be where you need to be? You're in my way."

Melissa said. "That she did." One of her cronies said. "Cleaning the trash area, Clara?" She asked me. "Oh no! I'm actually cleaning your underlines and I realized something, the trash is you." I said with a snicker. "Really?" She said frowning. "I think I slept off while speaking. What did I say?" I asked her, pretending to yawn. "I hope this reminds you." She said angrily as she pushed the trash can, spilling its contents. "Oops, you should get that dirt bag. Let's go girls."

What a joke! She shot me a look full of malice. "Even this old fool is speaking up for you. What, did you sleep with him too? Will you spread your legs for anyone who throws you a bone?" That line finally ignited the last of my patience. I looked straight at her, my voice dropping to ice. "I don't need to trade my body for anything. Just because you're dirty doesn't mean everyone else is. "How did the boss of the Castellano family end up with a woman like you? You throw around 'whore' and 'slut' every other sentence. Are you that scared I'll steal your man?

He made a point of stressing that I had to deliver the file into her hands intact. However, it was precisely because of my action that Ethan immediately noticed the document envelope in my arms. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity amid his hostile gaze. Immediately, I read his mind and eagerly shook my head. "Look at him, Ethan. After everything, he's still clinging to that stupid envelope. Who knows? Maybe there's a love letter to Ms. Judd in there. I heard all these newbies want to take the shady route nowadays. "I even saw online how some interns tried to seduce their bosses, swapping out their résumés for racy photos…"

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

Silas caught their low voices as they adjusted their moving straps: "Rich people are seriously out of their minds," the lead mover muttered with a tired laugh. "A whole apartment full of expensive, practically brand-new designer furniture—and the lady orders us to throw it all straight into the trash. Every single piece is a major luxury brand. If we sold these on a secondhand site, we’d make a massive fortune."