Fff Clas Trash Hero Novels & Stories

I didn’t know whether to laugh or feel ashamed. The comments flooded in again. [Why’s this spendthrift suddenly doing a clearance sale?] [What else? He probably knows her cash flow’s broken and is planning to run with the money.] [Elyse was born into wealth, and now this idiot’s raised her to be this narrow-minded?] [Don’t worry, once the real male lead shows up, their good days are coming.] Damn these comments. Nothing but garbage. I crouched down, meeting Elyse’s clear, worried gaze, and gently ruffled her hair. "I'm not throwing them away. And I’m not buying new ones either.

"Can we please start over?" I looked at his fake, desperate face and felt nothing but disgust. Calmly, I asked, "Hey, Liam. Do you know anything about sorting garbage?" He was caught off guard. "What?" I pointed at him. "You… are the hazardous waste I threw out. I have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. Once I throw something away, I never pick it up again." His expression shifted from pleading to shame and anger. He wanted to say more, but I turned and walked away, leaving my bodyguards to stop him behind me.

The Elder took out a gift list and said to Rosalie, "Rosalie, your bonding ceremony concerns our pack's glory, but Clara is one of us as well. I want her to receive a larger share of the blessings, so…" With a straight face, Rosalie snatched the list from his hands and said, "No! I'm the future Luna to the Alpha heir of the Sunfire pack. I am representing the pride of our pack, so I must get as many gifts as possible. As for the Stoneridge pack that Clara is joining… Well, there's no need for such extravagance." Looking at the sheets of paper in her hand, Rosalie took out the paper with the simplest list and tossed it at me.

' I rejected it. Then $8,312,240. '831 224'—'Love you today, tomorrow, forever.' Turned that down too. Somehow, my refusal convinced him I still had feelings for him. That I was hesitating. I shot him a glare. "Alfred, are you out of your mind? I don't want your money. I just want out!"

He really had mastered the art of swallowing his anger rather than letting out even a single word. Listening to his footsteps fade, I suddenly realized Jared was right. It was people like Knox Ferris—arrogant and overbearing—who really seemed alive. Once upon a time, I had been like that too. But that version of me no longer existed. I slowly raised my hands, staring at my pale, slender fingers in a daze. Ten years ago, these hands had been smooth and full, gripping reins and vaulting over walls. Now, they only bore the marks of holding a pen.

I was planning to ride out those last days in peace, detached and unbothered, but no—Betty just had to bring the drama. She shattered my dad's urn. The ashes spilled everywhere, but it wasn't enough for her. Nope. Her cat strutted in, did its business right on the remains, and Betty? She had the audacity to grin. "Daphne, look! The ashes make great litter for my cat!" And just like that, all the grief, the rage, everything I'd been holding back exploded. I just grabbed the baseball bat behind the door and swung. The crack of impact was satisfying, but Betty's scream? Even better. She stumbled back, pale as a ghost, scrambling to get away.

Tristan let out a loud, barking laugh, pointing a finger directly at the card. "A prop!" Tristan scoffed, his voice ringing out loud enough for the entire ballroom to hear. "You actually bought a prop!" He looked around the room, his arrogant smirk returning in full force as he tried to rally the crowd back to his side. "Do you see how pathetic this is? A fake black card! You can buy novelty metal cards like that on the internet for fifty bucks. Did you honestly think you could just drop a heavy piece of metal on the table and we'd actually believe you have five million dollars?"

Raucous laughter erupted among the crowd. "Why are you still being so stubborn, Justin?" Hunter sneered. "Even your girlfriend belongs to me now. You're truly nothing more than a piece of trash after you lost the support of your family." Justin's patience snapped upon hearing Hunter's words, though no one could discern which insult was the one that pushed Justin over the edge. He cursed aloud before driving his fist into Hunter's face. "Fuck! How dare you hit me? Teach him a lesson he won't forget!" Many of Hunter's lackeys leaped in and joined the fray upon hearing his orders.

"Confess, Kieran. Confess what you did to my son! Tell everyone here the truth!" "I did not do it—" Papa's voice cracked with emotion. "Darius, please, you have known me for years. You know I would never hurt Marcus. I would never—" "Marcus is dead!" The Alpha's roar silenced the entire room instantly. "My boy was found in the ravine with your scent all over his body! Your scent, Kieran!" My stomach dropped violently, my legs weakening until I could barely stand. Marcus—Zephyr's older brother, the kind one. The golden boy who always snuck me honey cakes from the kitchen and taught me how to skip stones across the lake.

A donation box was placed before me, and my hand was outstretched as I made to drop a bank card inside. One of the people watching me mocked, "My, my! Look at you, Thalia Stoneridge. Everyone else donated cash, but you're putting a bank card inside. Don't think Jonathan will get together with you just because you're donating more than the others!" "Exactly! Jon's not interested in your stupid money!" someone else said. I returned to my senses and looked at my bank card. Then, I retracted my hand and put the card back in my pocket. "Well, alright. Since you guys think my money is stupid, I won't donate anything. I don't want to dirty everything else inside the box."