Fff-class Trashero Wiki Novels & Stories

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

said Fero loudly. "You haven't forgotten how you and Alex insulted me? You act like I'm the ugliest human being. even though the despicable one is Cassandra. A woman who is willing to do anything to get wealth. That's you. And you should be ashamed of that. But because you have no shame. You actually came to see me. Isn't that very disgusting?" Fero mocked again. "I even want to throw up when I see your face Cassandra. Your body has been touched by a masher. You sold your body to an old lekaki. And it makes me want to throw up!"

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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

Almost too perfectly timed. Then a voiceover. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” It was Marla. One-half of the snarky influencer couple who’d always seemed suspicious of them. “But what if I told you it wasn’t real?” she continued. “What if they weren’t a couple at all… but two strangers who faked everything to win a fifty-thousand-dollar prize?” Gasps. Lake’s stomach dropped. Ivy stood, eyes wide. “No…” she whispered. The video kept playing. A voice recording—not clear where it had been taken, but unmistakably Lake’s:

Then she dumped him for some actor-slash-douchebag and ghosted him mid-rent. He’d ranted about it on F******k once. A two-paragraph poetic meltdown under a photo of spaghetti. Perfect. I logged into my old, dusty F******k account. The one I used when my only friend was a ramen cup and a school library computer. I searched him. Tomas De Nero: Web Developer | Freelance Security Consultant | “Don’t Cross Me” Oh, sweet karma. His DMs were open. I typed: Hey Tomas. Long time no talk. I think we have a mutual enemy… and I have a very interesting offer.

I threw on sunglasses and a mask, fully disguised, and grabbed another bike, trailing her from a distance. By the end of it, my legs felt like they were about to fall off. Someone like me, who wouldn’t step out without a luxury car, was now pedaling like I was in the Tour de France. Finally, she stopped in front of a place that looked painfully cheap. A small, no-frills burrito stall. Not long after, a man in business attire walked over. Short hair. Sharp. Efficient. He held a stack of documents in his hand. It was Xavier.

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."

Fucking bastard! ****