Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

"Pack up your things. Leave the key in the flowerpot by the door. You don't need to come here anymore, Ms. Armstrong." His voice was cold, and he left just as decisively. The sound of the door closing was heavier than usual. I turned on my phone. On the screen was a photo of Jared and me together. No long dresses, no jewelry. Both of us were in suits, with perfectly measured smiles on our faces and gold-rimmed glasses on our noses. It looked like the "Employee of the Month" photos that hung in office hallways. Jared was right. We really were very similar.

he pointed at the dummy again, “fell and startled me!” Classy rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful. “You know what? I don’t give a damn about you, you feeble biscuit.” Elliot raised an eyebrow. “‘Feeble biscuit’? Who is this ‘feeble biscuit’?” Classy’s smirk was icy. “Um. You. And him.” He nodded at Emma. Elliot’s face darkened. “I think you need to learn some manners, recruit.” Classy’s stance shifted, ever so slightly. “I think that’s enough ‘manner’ talk for one day.”

A backstabbing ingrate! Another crisp smack echoed harshly in the empty hall. The other side of Jim's face quickly swelled up. I didn't look at him again. My icy gaze passed right through him and landed directly on Anne, who was cowering behind him. I walked up to her slowly and looked down at her. As I loomed over her, I smirked coldly. My voice was gentle as I said, "How kind-hearted you are, Annie. You can even happily pick up the trash that I, Cecilia Forrest, throw away. Not only that, you've even managed to create a 'miracle of love' with it."

I scroll through them, each comment slapping harder than the last. “Talk about trash.” “Promiscuous doesn't even cut it at this point.” “Funny how ‘classy’ women always end up exposed.” “Two billionaires openly at the same time? Girl has no concept of shame.” My vision blurs slightly, and I don't realize how long I've been staring at my screen until Cole plucks the phone gently from my hands. “Stop reading garbage,” he says firmly. “Our flight’s boarding soon.” “How can I not?” My voice comes out strained. “They're basically dragging me through the mud.”

I whispered to her as I brought out the key to my locker, the class was unusually silent and everyone was staring at me, " uh-huh, this usually spells trouble, perhaps, they were against me because my mum got married to the father of the famous child actress, well, I don't care about them, I thought as I opened my locker and got a shocker, it was as if I opened a dustbin, my locker was filled with debris and dirt, I noticed that my key had been tampered with, I gasped as dirt poured out on my feet, staining my socks, "Are you selling dirt?" Celine snickered and there was laughter in the class, of cause, it has to be her and no one else, she slowly walked in front of me, flanked by her bimbos

I mutter sarcastically, stepping inside. The room is massive and luxurious, but undeniably him. The dark colour palette, the faint scent of his cologne, and the sheer presence of it screams Raffaele. I slip off my heels, tossing them aside as I peel away my clothes, desperate for the warmth of a hot shower. As the water cascades over my skin, my mind spirals. Raffaele. Jasmine. The Mafia. The kiss we shared earlier. The way he makes me feel—reckless, alive, yet so unsure of where I stand with him.

Funny. "Is that how fond you are of this piece of shit?" Cassy said, pointing at me. "Watch your mouth Cassandra, you are not allowed to call Angel like that. I don't want to hear you say that again." "Is that so? You now dare to talk to me this way after you get hooked on this whore's daughter?" "Disgusting, that's what you are, Cassandra. I guess I've never known you for several years we've been together on this campus. Do you call yourself classy? Not even close."

"She dumped me. And you... want to pick up the trash she threw away?" Cassandra's breath hitched. The wrinkles on her forehead deepened, creating creases that made her elegant face look terrifying. "Who said you're trash?! You're not trash! You and that girl weren't compatible from the start!" Marco chuckled. "Well, some say someone else's trash is someone else's diamond. I guess... I'm your diamond, huh?"

"great. Wear something you hate. " "Why?" Sandra asked in a chuckle. " Cause it will get messed up. Really messed up. We are going for trash cleaning. Not just any trash,but sea trash. It's like normal trash,but the elder brother to it. It's so icky,and disgusting and annoying." " You seem to hate it." "I do." "You shouldn't do what you don't like doing " "Oh no,dear. I hate the trash,not the trash pickup. I like taking out trash,just like you."

"You piece of trash!" Klaus leaped up and howled, "Parker Halls, didn't you say that you'll win for sure? "I've finally understood now. You guys are just posers! Apart from all the big talk, you have no real talents! "I must've been blind since I hired someone as trashy as you to fight. You can't even win the entrance ticket. All my plans have gone to waste. What a wasted trip!" "You really live up to your name, Parker 'Posey' Halls!"