Please Throw Me Away Novels & Stories

Aiden slightly leaned towards Calistha, who looked nervous as his hands began to put a small plaster on the surface of Calistha's forehead which still left traces of dried blood. “Go get out, after you take all your money make sure to throw away all the cards you have because whoever out there is after you. They will definitely use the data from every card you have. And one more...." Calistha who almost stepped out of Aiden's sports car immediately stopped her movements while glancing in annoyance at the chatty man next to her. "What?" "Throw away your phone, you can't use it anymore." “Here, throw it away. I can't throw it away with my own hands because it has a lot of memories," said Calis

“Y a menos que alguien se esté muriendo, no me vuelvas a llamar {And unless someone is dying—don’t call me again}” He hung up and threw the phone into the sink basin, before hitting the shower.

The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument. After sending the message, I turned to Chris and said, "Make sure you show up on the full moon. Lucian won't forgive you if you don't, and I doubt you want things to get ugly. I have somewhere to be. I'm leaving." "Wait! Where are you going?" Chris grabbed my wrist, his eyes bloodshot with desperation. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" "Let go of me! Where I go is none of your concern." I was beyond exhausted by his behavior.

“I need to let go of my anger sometimes.” Something a pin. Can someone give me that sharp thing! “My phone has malfunction because of so many notifications I have received! this is your fault! My phone was broken because of it." "I already told you it's a trash. All of your things are trash." "Hey! If you're here, just to insult me because I can only buy this kind of stuff! Can you just get out of my sight?! You’re not helping!" I was really mad. Hmph! Then he snatched my phone and throw it to the trashcan. "Jeoff!"

Well, I knew I wouldn't have any regrets calling his phone this evening! After a few drinks, I got up and whispered goodbye to Kiel, who is having his dick sucked by some random girl…

they had just tossed aside. If they wanted to call me trash, so be it. I would leave with the one thing no one could take from me—my dignity. So, I said nothing as I returned the master access card and stepped outside. The winter night air hit me, nearly turning my face to ice. I hugged my coat closer and glanced up at the 15th and 16th floors, their windows glowing against the cold. I joined Whitlock Capital Group with hope in my breast five years ago.

If only I could make myself believe those words, they’d make it so easy to leave all of the bad memories behind. “You can talk to me if you want ma” Grace offered softly as she squeezed my arm tightly “Don’t forget that.” “Stop it! Stop it! I said I am fine okay? ” I yelled back at her, suddenly furious that she didn’t seem to grasp the fact that she was I was in the midst of my distress. “I don’t need your help. Don't you think for once that you can rub shoulders with me or we are some sort of best buddies simply because you are my assistant.”

They weren't horrified by my mother’s cruelty; they were fascinated by it. “Did you see?” a cousin whispered loud enough for the wind to carry. “The Tyrant actually has tear ducts.” “She’s probably just angry she didn't get the inheritance,” Bethany added, her voice dripping with artificial sympathy as she sipped her champagne. They didn't see a daughter being disowned. They saw a high-stakes glitch in a perfect machine. To them, my pain was a performance, and they were waiting for the encore. They all believed the rumor—the one that defined my Tyrant title. Three years ago, a man who threatened my father's firm vanished. The world believed I had him dealt with. I let them believe it. Fear w

I glance at the trash can again and feel like I might puke. I place the phone on the counter and exhale deeply. What the fuck is wrong with me? I look at the trash can in the sink. I’m not an addict and I refuse to let anyone think I am. A hot surge of anger forces me to stand up and grab the container. I take it out my front door and down the hall to the incinerator chute. Before I can stop myself, I throw the whole can down the chute and walk back to my apartment. “Oh, shit.” I say out loud even though I’m by myself. I just threw away my trash can.

I need to focus on creating my own life, not waiting for someone else to save me. I crumple up Marcus's card and throw it in the trash before flinging myself into bed to stare at the dark ceiling until morning.