Novel Trash Of The Count's Family Novels & Stories

“I’ve risked worse.” She swallowed, her throat tightening visibly. Her gaze flicked to the window, to the street, to the shadows moving outside. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered, “You have no idea how many men are out there.” “I counted twelve,” I said. Her brows shot up. “Twelve—? Rino—” “I stopped counting after twelve,” I corrected. “Not my problem if your family multiplies like rats.” She choked on a gasp. “Don’t—” She caught herself, dropping her voice. “Don’t talk about them like that.”

My mother and father walked out holding Maggie by the hand. Watching the three of them together, a happy little family, it did not hurt anymore. I did not feel sad or jealous. “That little brat must’ve run off and played again. Where is he now? We even packed up some of his favorite dishes since he actually helped us out today. What a waste of our effort.” Mom snorted angrily and tossed the takeout container straight into a nearby trash can. “He doesn’t deserve such good food. Let’s go home.” I had thought I no longer cared about anything. But seeing those dishes, food I had never once been allowed to eat before, thrown casually into the garbage still made something ache inside me.

I walked back to the kitchen and looked in the garbage can to see if the family had thrown away something from last night’s dinner. Unfortunately, I saw that they already thrown out the garbage bag. They did that on purpose so I couldn’t eat anything, sometimes they forgot and I ate something out of it and after I thrown away so they would think they did it. Lately my parents were very busy and nervous, it surprised me that they had time to throw away the garbage, maybe my sister Romy had done it. There were rumors around the pack grounds that something exiting was about to happen soon. After searching for a while, I found some old bread that had some mold spots on it. I sliced a little piec

Watching Rita being dragged away by Jackson, Liam also took a group of people back to The Wilson Family. And just arrived at The Wilson Family, Jacob and Jonathan looked like the locusts after The Wilson Family eyes almost fell to the ground. Originally The Wilson Family was opulent. And now that it's been ransacked, only the walls are left. Jacob: "shit, this wall skin is fortunately not worth, otherwise ... Hudson non-stripping the wall skin as well." Jonathan grunted, "What kind of people are these, poor and crazy, huh?" Liam swept the empty home, headache pinched his brow: "As long as he's willing to marry Rita to me, he can move however he wants."

Everything was going so well she was almost afraid of getting run over by a bus, suddenly putting an end to her good fortune. Emily was extra careful crossing the streets as she got home, only to find the apartment smelly and disgusting, with old packages of junk food all over the kitchen. "It would be nice if you took out the garbage once in a while," she said to her brother. Nick lay in a pile of cushions reading a book, three bags of different flavored chips open in front of him. "Yeah, I know. It's just that I have too many options here as a consumer." He indicated the chip bags.

As trucks arrived and men unloaded sacks of rotting food, broken glass, and soiled clothes in absolute silence with hollow faces and empty eyes that reminded me of the women in my dreams, I understood that this was a place where everything unwanted, used up, and forgotten was abandoned, knowing I was now part of it and that when the end finally came, nothing would be left of me except another forgotten piece of refuse swallowed by the pit where my master discarded everything he no longer needed. I stood frozen at the edge of the cliff, staring down into the shifting mountains of trash as the afternoon heat morphed into a sudden, unnatural frost. The air went completely dead. The hum of the m

She buried her face in the filthy toy and inhaled deeply, as though it were the very air keeping her alive. … From that day on, everything changed. The house that had once been so clean and empty slowly turned into a junkyard. They started bringing home everything they could find—abandoned plastic bottles, worn-out clothes that others had thrown away, stones from the roadside, and withered branches. "Eddie might like this box," Mom said, placing a greasy cardboard box in the middle of the room. "These newspapers can go under the table," Dad said, stacking them in the corner. The junk just kept piling up. It buried the corner where I used to sleep, flooded the living room, and choked the hall

got an answer, or one that satisfied him at least. "No, it must be a mistake. I must have done something bad, that's why everyone is treating me like this," he said to himself and got to work. "Aunty I cleaned the shed," an hour later he ran into the kitchen covered in dust from head to toe but still smiling. His 4 cousins were sitting around the table having lunch. They glanced at him once before going back to eating the fried pieces of meat on their plates. His stomach rumbled looking at the delicious food. "Good, here, eat this and go to sleep," his aunt handed him a plate. With a toothy grin he grabbed it with open arms but froze upon seeing its contents. There were some half-eat

“Now that the Zimmers are just a rundown family, why are we still in contact with them?” “If we don’t cut off contact with them now, they’ll bring us heaps of trouble!” “Right! They caused such a big ruckus over setting up a street stall. Maybe next time Harvey would make even bigger trouble just by begging for food!” “The Yates family is a top tier family. Having such poor relatives like them is an embarrassment to us all!” The Yateses continued to gossip like there was no end. They had conveniently forgotten that their current family property was something they robbed from Mandy.

"Can we please start over?" I looked at his fake, desperate face and felt nothing but disgust. Calmly, I asked, "Hey, Liam. Do you know anything about sorting garbage?" He was caught off guard. "What?" I pointed at him. "You… are the hazardous waste I threw out. I have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. Once I throw something away, I never pick it up again." His expression shifted from pleading to shame and anger. He wanted to say more, but I turned and walked away, leaving my bodyguards to stop him behind me.