Please Throw Me Away Novels & Stories

"Initiating bulk transfer of rejected assets. Target: the big ugly mouth." Jack raised his Void arm, using it as a conduit for the Supernatural Ledger's garbage disposal system. Fourteen quintillion entries of pure, unadulterated financial refuse, bounced checks from dead stars, insurance claims from collapsed dimensions, warranty requests for products that never existed, all of it was funneled through Jack's crystal arm and blasted directly into the Hungry's consuming maw. The entity inhaled the data stream with the same blind eagerness it consumed everything else. Then it gagged.

★★JAYDEN★★ I gave my assistant my phone, "shatter it to pieces" he was standing beside me, looking confused and dumb. "Do it now!" I ordered. He hit the phone screen on the table, "take out the Sim and destroy it also" I ordered, then he did it. "I'm sorry Bella, I don't want to love you, I have to stay away." I say to myself. My mom asked me to forget about my old life to start afresh. I have to start again, and this time, my parents will be in control.

sneering out loud , I gritted through my teeth " If your brain is having a hard time wrapping itself around the real facts , then let me help you grasp the reality check better- the answer to all of these questions are no " " What do you mean when you say 'throwing it all away '" snickering I patted her cheek " We need to have something for me to throw , we had nothing .So why don't you do yourself a favour and stop because this is what I call desperation, you wasting your time and energy for a guy who never cared about you in the first place. "

That same day, Margaret took me shopping and bought me plenty of essentials and new clothes. In the mall, beside a trash bin, I saw Simon following Ronald as they collected recyclables. Ronald pointed toward the mall’s storage room and said, “When the guy inside comes out, ask him to give us his trash. This place tosses out premium cardboard. We can get good money for it.” Simon stood poised by the door, ready to spring into action. Just then, his eyes met mine as I walked out of the fitting room.

I once believed that even if he did not love me, at least in that single moment, there could still be a scrap of dignity left between us. I never imagined that in his eyes, this was the kind of person I was. My eyes burned completely. He would never get the chance to put a ring on my finger a second time. The staff member on the other end of the line was barely holding back their frustration. "Mr. Gage, Mr. Corvin, what exactly do you want done with these belongings?" Tristan could not be bothered to listen anymore. "Throw them out." The staff member was stunned. "Excuse me?"

It seemed almost like he was deep in thought, or perhaps trying to soothe me. After a long time, I finally calmed down and looked at him, saying sincerely, "Thank you." He glanced at me, then turned away and pulled out a cigarette from its box. However, he put it away before he even lit it. "It's late. Let me drive you home," he offered. … When we reached my place, I thanked him again as I got out of the car. "Yara," he called through the open window. "You really do look like a ghost right now."

She lowered her gaze to the bed, clarity dawning—a painful admission that she didn’t know. Tossing the paper into a tight ball, I stood up and walked to the trashcan nearby. With one swift motion, I discarded the note, feeling the weight of wasted hope. I turned back to Lenora, my voice cold. “You’re useless to me. Pack your things. By tomorrow, you’ll be leaving.”

I should just buy new things’ Of course people like is different, we don’t throw things without thinking that they might be can still be used, that they can be recycled. “Yeah, did you see it.” “I threw that away, it’s old and I can see that the zipper is broken. I can buy you a new one anyway--“ I clenched my fist while staring at him. I couldn’t help but raise my palm and slap him. “What the hell!! Why did you slap me!??” I shouted at him too because of anger.

To be fair, the bear was cute. "Please tell me one of his fans didn't give you this." Amara kept laughing so hard. "Whatever." I got into the car and slammed the door, but just then my phone buzzed. Accept the breakup, or the next game will be more than one hand in a sling. My stomach dropped before I even finished reading the last word. "What's wrong?" Amara had already leaned over to my side, and before I could turn off the screen, she'd already read the message.

Please. Doctor Kabir opened his mouth to say something, but everything stuck in his throat. His stupid voice box refused to utter a word at that time. He gaped at his little brother, his eyes wide open. Book a transportation? Which means of transport can take a person to heaven? His little brother had really lost it. If he were to go to heaven, then he was supposed to be dead first. He saw no use in trying to make his brother understand that since he was in shock. He stood there, his hands akimbo, heavy sighs escaping his lips every now and then. He looked at the black card in his hands and chuckled.