Fff Clas Trash Hero Novels & Stories

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."

“What? No….no I didn't. You're lying. I would never do that” The voice cackled as if I just said something extremely funny. “You cannot change who you are. Your true identity. Accept me and we can do great things together. Destroy everyone who hurt you” “What are you saying? What true identity?” The world around me faded and I was back in the fog again. “Hello” all I heard was an echo of my own voice. I turned when I heard someone coming behind me. Lukas appeared from the fog, his lips curled up in a smile.

seer or something, I heard someone call my name. And it wasn't Diego. I looked up and my heart froze. I swallowed hard trying to hide my fear. It wasn't Mario...it was his right hand man. Casio... "Well well well...if it isn't little Miss Bella" he said in mockery walking over to me "who's that?" Martins asked. I swallowed. "He works for my enemy" I replied. "So , you still came back huh?, you're no longer running?" he asked. He looked and smelled disgusting.

One of the rare people that made me comfortable, that I could trust, the building blocks to what I was. Claire. Everything about her was perfection, from her rare snow blond hair to her dimpled smile. She was Claire Wright, one of the highest paid models in the world at the moment but to me she was just Claire Hayley Wright, the Chicago girl I’ve known all my life. Dad cleared his throat getting up, “C’mon Chris,” he began taking his cane, ‘we have that uh…thing to get to.” “What thing?” Chris asked leaning back as he looked back at Dad.

What replaced it was something cold and composed, an authority I had never seen in him before. He calmly straightened the front of his shirt where I'd pulled it open. His eyes swept over the soldiers kneeling on the ground with no particular expression at all. Then the wine glass he'd been holding slipped from his fingers and shattered on the floor. I was done for. That was the only thought in my head. The man I'd dragged home from the graveyard was the grand chancellor, Jeremy Sanford. He was the most powerful man in the empire, the one they said was ruthless, brilliant and had never once hesitated to destroy someone who crossed him.

“Listen here, let me teach you something that you may never learn in school. The thing about trash is that whatever you do to it, it remains trash. You can paint it nicely or put it in another bag; you can dress it up in expensive stuff and even put perfume on it, but it would always be freaking trash.” “It goes the same for you. We all know that you’re now staying with the Alpha and Luna of the pack for some reason unknown to us. I mean, who would want to take in an ogre to live with them? You’re finally living the life of your dreams and now wearing fancy stuff, but that does not change who you are, does it?” Sasha continued as she got closer to Clary. “I didn’t say that I’m changed.” “Oh,

"Gosh, my colleague has disposed it in the trash cans outside the building. That's not even the problem. The problem is that the garbage truck would have packed the trash." Without warning, Rick dashed away. I and the lady ran after him, calling after him. Why is Rick like this? We got to where the trash cans were, and we met the other lady there. "Serena, where's the white plastic bag?" the lady asked her colleague. "I've trashed it." I opened the two trash cans, and Rick clenched his jaws. "It's empty." "Yeah, the garbage truck just packed all the trash," Serena said, and I huffed.

'Moving on to some other stories that we're tracking this morning, a shocking accidental road mishap that's been reported on texas highway on September 5th that's left a dead person. The Texas highway patrol says 23 years Hope Jonas in her white SUV was traveling swerved to avoid hitting a pickup truck then drove off the road, hit some trees, rolled over and became engulfed in flames killing her. Upon arrival, the city's fire and rescue service found a vehicular light and a body burnt beyond recognition trapped inside the vehicle.'