Mineta X Trash Novels & Stories

His voice is firm yet gentle, filled with genuine care. “Cassian, I’ll be okay. I promise,” I reassure him, feeling the tension slowly goes away. “I already feel lighter. The Xanax is kicking in.” We head downstairs, where a sleek black limo is waiting at the curb. The drive to the event is quick, made soothing by the soft, melodic tones of Sabrina Claudio playing in the background. It’s calming, a perfect contrast to the whirlwind of emotions building inside me.

"Trash couple. That poor woman deserves so much better!" Jayden was livid, and his face was red with rage, just like what happened in the past life. "You all must be out of your minds! I never touched her! She kept throwing herself at me, and I didn't even want to lay a finger on her. That plastic face of hers made me feel like puking!" Tricia's face twisted for a second before she stepped forward. "Jayden, of course, you won't admit it. But thankfully, fate was on my side and left me with the most crucial piece of evidence. I'm pregnant!

with the weary conviction of someone who has been personally victimized by spare bedding. No one questions hall cupboard trauma. The cashier scans six plastic tubs, duct tape, bin bags, zip ties, antibacterial wipes, and a packet of chocolate biscuits. "Big clean-out?" she asks. "Moving my life toward minimalism." Technically true. Eventually, everyone's life is going to become extremely minimal. Possibly down to a backpack and unresolved emotional damage.

The Trash Bin was a graveyard of broken dreams. Everywhere I looked, there were mountains of crumpled paper and discarded ideas. The sky was a flat, dull gray, like a computer screen that had been turned off. I held Elle close to me, her small hands trembling against my waist.

--- His Voice Lowers “I don’t need to control it.” --- A Beat “I just need to end it.” --- That Changes Everything --- Aria Realizes First “He’s not trying to fix it…” --- Cassian Finishes It “He’s trying to shut everything down.” --- Total System Termination --- The Screen Flashes “CORE SHUTDOWN SEQUENCE INITIATED.” --- Aria’s Heart Drops “No.” --- Cassian Turns to Her “If that completes—” --- She Cuts In “Everything connected to it collapses.”

Zavi interrupted the bitch. I stood up. "Okay, that's it. Settle your problem with Fraser and get this thing out of my house, it's better than being killed, right?." I asked Mary before running up to my room. I went to my makeup drawer and dropped the necklace, the jewelry I liked before it suddenly became trash to me. My distaste for it became apparent as I threw it into the trash. I don't care if it cost a fortune, he got it for her, deep down I wanted neither of us to have it.

He made a point of stressing that I had to deliver the file into her hands intact. However, it was precisely because of my action that Ethan immediately noticed the document envelope in my arms. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity amid his hostile gaze. Immediately, I read his mind and eagerly shook my head. "Look at him, Ethan. After everything, he's still clinging to that stupid envelope. Who knows? Maybe there's a love letter to Ms. Judd in there. I heard all these newbies want to take the shady route nowadays. "I even saw online how some interns tried to seduce their bosses, swapping out their résumés for racy photos…"

"Looks like Mrs. Johnston doesn't eat at Michelin-starred restaurants much. White truffles are way pricier than black ones." She even threw Alfred a flirty glance. He shot me a look of pure disgust. "If you don't know, just keep your mouth shut. Don't embarrass me." Later, I found out he regularly took Vivian to Michelin-starred restaurants. That night, after we got home, I waited for Alfred to get in the shower before sneaking a look at his messages. Vivian had texted him: [Mr. Johnston, was I too harsh today? Mrs. Johnston didn't seem happy...]

My face stayed blank as I tossed it straight into the trash. "That one was hand-knit by my mom. This piece of crap doesn't even come close." Elmer frowned when he saw the scarf in the bin, then sat down beside me. "I know. But the dead won't come back, Moira. What's gone is gone. Risa didn't mean any harm, and it was you who pissed her off first, wasn't it? Come on, don't be mad." He reached out like he always did, trying to pat my head.