Fff Trash Hero Novels & Stories

“Ufff… how should I tell you. I forgot that it's my birthday month. I'm so sad.” Aleezay was speaking with herself, while Maahi, Zeenish, and Haris were controlling their laughter at her acts. She was like that, sometimes her anger rose to the extent that no one knew when she was going to tear the head of another one, and sometimes in the boring moments, she became the cause of laughing.

I snatched the cigarette from Jared Sheppard's mouth and took a deep drag. This was a move we'd repeated countless times over the past ten years. The mess stretched from the kitchen all the way to the bed. I often called Jared a wolf in sheep's clothing. He looked like a gentleman on the surface, but was absolutely feral when he was in bed. I slowly blew out a ring of smoke and handed the remaining half of the cigarette back to him, but he refused it.

It couldn't erase the lies, couldn't mend the broken trust, couldn't undo the years of deception, however unintentional on his part. She shook her head, a single tear finally escaping, tracing a hot path down her cheek. "Sorry doesn't fix this, Earnest." Her voice was steadier now, imbued with a newfound, albeit painful, resolve. "Sorry doesn't rebuild a future that’s been incinerated. Sorry doesn't make me believe in you again."

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."

Tasha: Are you okay? I frowned. Me: Yeah. Why? Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then it appeared again. Tasha: I just… saw the news. My stomach dropped. I already knew what “the news” meant. Lake’s confession had gone viral overnight. His past, his mistakes, his growth, all laid bare for the world to dissect like vultures over a carcass. Some people praised his honesty. Others dragged him through the mud like he was some kind of criminal mastermind instead of a flawed human who’d grown.

Tsk! I just walked closer to the big tree and stared at its height. I can imagine myself being Tarzan. Hahaha! Just kidding. "I'm sorry." My fist clenched when I heard his sorry again. Now I realized that... It's clear to me now what I feel, and I have to stop it before it goes deeper.

I froze on the spot, I didn’t know whether to go forward or run out, to laugh or cry. "Pleeease!" that was Tasha's voice, dripping with venom I had never heard before. " I guess little “Miss Perfect” was desperate to fit in. All it took was three vodka cranberries and she was anyone's for the night. Besides, we won the pool. Five hundred bucks is five hundred bucks. That’s something" She said giving Franklin a triumphant tap on the shoulder. They both laughed heartily.

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.

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he added slurping down his smoothie, “you are the baddest chick in the game Kay, I know you got this,’ I grinned at the last part, unable to comprehend the subtle blush that creamed my cheeks as he said this, giving him a small nod in reply. “Just don’t forget me when you’re rolling with the big dogs,” he added, giving me a warning look. “Of course not,” I huffed, tapping my fingers against the cup of my smoothie. “You sound pretty sure, you like me?” Ted asked, a smirk on his face. I gave him a disgusted look throwing a left over fry at his face which he barely dodged while chuckling.