Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

“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."

she told me and followed them. “Thank you ma,” I said and smiled at their retracting figures till they reached the office and entered. Maybe they would quit this bullying act and learn to be more mature by not showing their weakness by taking advantage of smaller people. *** Because say you dey run with one of the loaded girl's wey dey this school, no mean say you dey her class. You be trash, you hear wetin I talk? Trash! - Just because you are friends with one of the richest girls in school doesn't mean that you are in her class. You are trash, you heard me? Trash!

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."

"Look at you, walking around like you fûcking belongs here. Bîtch, this is a club, not the discount fûcking store you crawled out of." Her two friends laughed and joined in mocking Calla while eyeing her work clothes. "She probably saved up her whole salary just to buy that sad little blouse," "Tragic. Imagine coming to a place like this dressed like that. It's fûcking embarrassing, ew." "Embarrassing?" The alcohol in Calla's veins burned hotter as she turned back, and faced them fully. "No, embarrassing is you strutting around with that little strip of cloth, clinging to skin that looks like it's never seen the sun. Your parents must be very proud"

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

"Have your pathetic lips executed enough laughter yet? To state the parameters with absolute data accuracy: a collection of toxic, low-tier trash like your crew doesn't even possess the baseline eligibility to stand on an active professional track!" "Oh? Look who’s navigating a total wave of hysterical, humiliated rage," Yu Hao drawled, his lips curving into a freezing, smug smirk. "Although my analytical mind can conceptually parse your current emotional collapse, I highly suggest you run a diagnostic sweep on your own brain before opening your mouth. Let's look at the telemetry—who exactly is the real piece of trash here?" Yu Hao drove the physical syllable of the word "trash" down with im