Fff-class Trashero Wiki Novels & Stories

Zach thought he'd left the drama of high school behind when he started college, eager to focus on his studies, make new friends and enjoy a peaceful campus life. He didn't expect to see the last person he wanted there; Ryder. Ryder Summers, the star jock and notorious player in highschool was infamous for his charm and skills. Girls swooned over him, Guys wanted to be him. He was adored by all. But not Zach. To him, attractiveness aside, he was nothing but a bully that tormented him through high school and his worst enemy. As it seemed, things weren't so different now, whether it was people's reaction to Ryder, his hatred for Ryder or Ryder’s equal dislike for him. He was a different person from the nerd Zach knew before however and he'd show it. When they are paired in a high-stakes project in their class he is sure it's doomed from the start. Forced to work together, Zach is forced to confront Ryder on a daily basis. Yet, amidst the tension, Zach can't help but notice Ryder’s gaze lingering on his lips. Wasn't he supposed to be straight? Shouldn't he hate him? Why then does Ryder seem drawn to him now? And worse, why doesn't he hate it?

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student are you most proud of?” Mom smiled with quiet pride. “They are all like my own children. I love every one of them.” Then she let out a small sigh. “Except for my daughter. She alone fails to live up to expectations and disappoints me every time.” Laughter and applause rose from the audience below the stage. They nodded in understanding and praised her for being so modest. I drifted to her side and looked at the satisfied curve of her lips before speaking softly. “Don’t worry, Mom. From now on, I won’t disappoint you anymore.”

Okay, this story’s called My Model, and it starts pretty chill. Soo Ah’s just this regular art student, kind of awkward but sweet, and he needs someone to model for his class project. So, out of nowhere, he asks Devin—the quiet, serious guy with black hair, always dressed sharp, who gives off a mafia-ish vibe but still somehow shows up to school every day like it's normal. Soo Ah didn’t expect him to say yes. But Devin just looks at him and goes, “Be your model? Sigh... What a kid. I like you, though.” And boom. Now they’re meeting every other day, Soo Ah sketching with his ears red, and Devin pretending he’s not secretly enjoying the attention. It’s awkward, cute, and honestly? A little flirty. They don’t even realize how close they’re getting until one day, Devin asks, “You seriously want me to keep doing this?” And Soo Ah—nervous, but brave—just says, “Yeah. I like you.” So yeah, it’s a slow-burn, school-life BL. Funny, soft, and a little messy. But it’s about two boys figuring things out through art, teasing, and a whole lot of quiet moments that start to feel like something more.

I’m the straight-A, first class princess. And yes, I’m currently getting blackmailed into sucking off my hot married professor under his desk every week while he details exactly how he’s going to knock me up before the semester’s over. The problem? I let him blackmail me and I love it here. Then my asshole stepbrother Jax catches me reeking of faculty dick late at night. Does he tell? No. He bends me over and fucks me stupid and bare, and informs me I’m his breeding bitch now, gonna keep me knocked up and locked in his wing like a pretty little secret while he has a girlfriend he's supposed to be engaged to in a while. And Riley? My gorgeous bi bestie who’s been pining since junior year? She’s in my bed every night after, but I want a boyfriend for my self too. Call me ruined. I call it happiness. Good girls run. I’m staying right here, legs open, waiting to see who gets to fill me first. ~Yesss~ This is a steamy story but of course it contains sweet love and shows how life could be hot complicated but lovely as well. XD

After we were both reborn, my wife and I decided to part ways and live our own lives. She went to Newport with Klay Bernhard, the son of a wealthy family, while I went to study at a university in the capital. By leveraging her past life's experience, she helped her new boyfriend avoid investment risks and devise a brilliant business strategy. It didn't take long before she got everything she wanted in the past life. Meanwhile, I continued to focus on my studies and was content with living a mundane life. We met again at a class reunion years later. I saw her arm-in-arm with Klay. She was showing off the enormous diamond ring she wore. "It's been ten years, haven't you made anything of yourself?" All I did was smile and remain silent. That was until a wealthy businesswoman showed up late to the scene and threw herself into my arms. "You promised me we would go get our marriage license when I come back, you can't go back on your word!" At that moment, my wife from the past life, who was usually prideful, had a look of sheer disbelief in her eyes. It finally clicked for her that the reason I was willing to separate from her for so many years was not that I was stubborn. It was because we were through.

*Synopsis* In a world where social hierarchy and class distinctions are rigidly enforced, a forbidden romance blossoms between Freye a young slave, and Angus, one of the sons of the plantation owner. Their relationship begins as a secret affair with Angus exercising his privilege and Freye being forced into a situation she can't escape. Freye would spend her days as a slave, working tirelessly under the scorching sun and the oppressive life, and her nights warming the bed of the arrogant young master. Freye could not describe their relationship nor could she refuse the very handsome man. Angus is as intimidating as he is calm, as devious as he is pompous. However, as they navigate the complexities of their feelings for each other, they begin to challenge the societal norms that govern their lives. Especially when threats arise against their secret affairs. When Freye becomes pregnant, Angus is torn between his passion for his unborn child and his deep-seated prejudice against the child's heritage. As the pregnancy advances, Freye finds her own strength and agency, refusing to be bound by the expectations of those around her. As they face the consequences of their actions, Freye and Angus must confront the harsh realities of their world and the secrets they've kept hidden. Will their love be enough to overcome the obstacles in their path, or will the societal norms and expectations tear them apart? This novel explores themes of love, power, and identity, delving into the complexities of human relationships and the ways in which society can suffocate us.

On the first night of our graduation trip, Richard Clark, the class representative, suggests that we find our match via room numbers. "Let your luck decide your fate! You'll get to stay in the same room with your partner regardless of gender! How exciting is this?" Throughout my four-year college life, I've been in an underground relationship with Faye Lister for three years. No one knows about our relationship at all. I dig out a ball from the box and wait for my turn to get matched. When it's Faye's turn, she claims that her number is seven. That's when Richard raises his voice. "The other person who gets Room 7 is… Xavier Jensen!" Xavier, the guy whom Faye had once pursued in a grand fashion, shoots her a smile immediately. Everyone cheers on them, claiming that even God wants them to be together. I'm the only one who doesn't say anything. No one knows that I've heard Richard and Faye having a secretive conversation before the start of the game. "Find the ball with a circular bump. That's the mark I've specifically left for you and Xavier." As I watch Faye approach Xavier and arrange his collar with scarlet cheeks, I find myself smiling as well. It turns out that I've wasted three years waiting for Faye to announce our relationship. This time, I decide to be the one leaving this relationship.

This was meant to be a secret. I was dressed in a red mini-gown, the sexiest gown in my wardrobe. Tonight is gonna be hot! I was feeling the sensations already, I'd never had sex with my mate for the five years we've been together which was one reason tonight was gonna be special. Close to his house, I masked my scent. I didn't want him getting a clue of what's happening. The hormones in my body were going crazy and my wolf was so excited. I tiptoed to the backyard of his apartment which I knew for sure was always open, talking of the door. His bedroom was right here and I was gonna throw myself on him on the bed. I banged in. The unexpected happened. My jaw dropped at the sudden sight before me. Right in front of me, on the same bed I'd planned to have Leo make love with me, was him with another girl. Seeing me, they sprang up, staring at me like they saw a ghost. Out of anger, I walked out, planning to get revenge. I got drunk in a night club and ended up in a one-night stand to cool off my anger. Next morning, I went for my first class in college hoping to put the past behind me. Just when I thought I had, I found out that the hot stranger last night is my college professor and my foster brother. Boom! I'm pregnant for him…….

**Dez** Dezmond woke in a cold sweat. The ache in his heart was worse than ever before. It had been growing more intense over the past few weeks. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash his face. He didn't bother looking in the mirror, he knew what he would see. His face would be white and his eyes haunted with the need to find answers. Dezmond needed to know why he was being tormented in his dreams. He was never supposed to dream again. "I can't take this anymore." said Dezmond gloomily. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Ruby** Ruby couldn't focus in class, another night of tossing and turning. Seeing the flames consume her house. Hearing the screams as her family slowly died, knowing there was nothing she could do. It had been almost three years since the incident. The day she lost her family in the fire. She was the only one who wasn't in the house. And she relived that horror every night in her dreams. Though recently her nightmares felt different. More like a warning rather than a memory. "Rough night?" whispered Haven. Haven had been friends with Ruby since they were little kids. "Yeah, they started happening again." Ruby whispered back. They never really stopped. "Have you talked to anyone about it? Ruby, you can't keep it a secret forever." This is the same discussion they had just after the incident.

Oliver Haywood is a cold and ruthless billionaire who doesn't want any woman in his life due to his past. Even with the amount of women begging for his attention, he has refused to marry. But things changed the day his grandfather's will was read and it was stated that he is to lose his inheritance to an orphanage except he gets married and father a child within a year and six months. Although he doesn’t care about his grandfather’s wealth but not being able to stand and watch his grandfather's legacy and all he has worked hard for to be donated to orphanages, he swallowed his hatred and instructed his assistant to find a wife in less than 48 hours or else he is going to lose his job. After rejecting 44 women, he finally picked the last one standing. Which is a lady that came from the lower class of society but didn't look anything like someone that grew from the slums. He had picked her out of curiosity and unknown to him she has had a crush on him for the longest time and her reason for marrying him is to make him fall in love with her. But will Nuella Allen succeed in getting his heart? Will she make him change his view regarding all women? Would he want to grow old with her? Was she really from the slums? There is only one way to find out.