Re: Trailer Trash Novels & Stories

One guy finishes dumping the trash-can over her, and I watch, horrified, and some nameless black sludge drips onto her head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she blubbers. “I was just trying to help her.” There are three boys. More like men than boys, as each one of them is tall and muscular from what I can tell of their backs. The one who throws the trash-can across the hall, he’s the tallest, with dark blonde hair and a cruel glint to his eyes. Another one – a thick-shouldered guy, built like a footballer – grinds some sort of horrible concoction of trash, sludge and food into the girl’s thigh with his foot. The girl doesn’t do anything, whimpers escaping her mouth as she keeps her eyes closed.

For me to sit here and pretend like I didn’t do it… When he and I are the only ones who know… That it may die with him… SNAP “Travis! Get UP and walk outside with me,” she whisper-shouts. I get up, move behind the bar and grab the keys to the garage’s van. “You wanna talk? Fine. But I got something I gotta do cause I’m the fucking Reeve and I take out the trash,” I say, and make my way toward the door. I see some slide-on sandals and put them on quickly, not caring whose they are right now. I’m just hitting the bottom of the stairs when I hear Hazel clamoring behind me. I turn and hand her the keys.

In the video, he looked freshly out of the shower, heat and steam still clinging faintly to his skin. A white towel hung low around his waist, barely covering the important parts. Water droplets slid slowly down the grooves of his chest, across his abs, before disappearing beneath the towel... The overhead light cast a warm golden glow behind him, outlining the sharp V-shape of his broad shoulders and narrow waist... The entire video practically screamed, "Come ruin me." A few minutes later, Oliver wrote, [Sorry. Sent that to the wrong person. Can't unsend it now, so just pretend you never saw it.]

I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, closing my eyes as the warmth of his body completely swallowed the chill of the morning. The monsters were behind steel bars, the building of Bar Solace was waiting for the bulldozers, and the flash drive was locked in a legal vault downtown. We were still broken, and the recovery was going to be a long, slow road over the next two years. But as we sat there in the quiet truck with the golden sun warming our skin, I knew we had finally closed the door on the dark.

Their headlights cut through the night as workers heaved the last bags of garbage into the bins. “See those trucks? Get on one any one. They won’t see you. The cameras here can’t catch that angle. It’s the only way.” Her grip tightened on my shoulders, then she shoved me forward, harder than I expected. The rumble of the truck’s engine roared in my ears as it began to move. My legs worked on instinct, I sprinted, lungs burning, and with a desperate leap I caught the edge and hauled myself inside just as the truck lurched forward.

Sammi grabbed my hand, spinning me until I tripped over the rug, both of us laughing too hard to care. Jay watched, shaking his head, but the smile on his face betrayed him. “You two are ridiculous.” In the mirror above the sink, Travis appeared—leaning on the frame, cigarette dangling, playing air guitar like a washed-up rockstar. “Graduated from making truckers cry at open mic,” he smirked, “to headlining in your living room. Not bad for a ghost.” I bit down on my grin, furious at myself for wanting to laugh. I turned away before he saw.

She shook and slipped out of the room she had retreated to for privacy until she found the men in a loose circle talking. "Are you done?" Logan asked. "For now," she agreed. "Good, because we still need to talk." Trisha wanted to flop onto her bed and take a nap. She didn't want to talk to all these people right now. "Why'd you save me?" Ryan demanded. "You could have got yourself killed. You gambled with all that fake footage." "That wasn't fake," Trisha responded as she picked at a stray thread on her sleeve. "That was all real footage from MAAVES."

YOU'RE GOING TO MARRY BRYAN DILLS MELANIE ~~ " Mom can you give my father back his shares" i said to my mom. " i've told you what to do, just give Charlie what he wants from you" "i can't sleep with a total stranger" " then you forget about the shares" "mom!!" "I and your dad her are here for you, leave that wretched old man" " Dawson is no way my dad !" *SLAP*

"I've set the recording to auto-delete. As long as I leave safely, it won't get out. But if something happens to me on the way… Well, who knows what might leak?" With that, I ignored Valentina's murderous glare and walked out of the Castellano family building without looking back. There were still six days before Lorenzo would come pick me up as promised. I wasn't in a rush to go to Cilian Island, so I flew to the Maloves to unwind instead. … While I lay on white sand beaches enjoying premium champagne and sunshine, chaos erupted inside the Castellano family. Marco's brows were locked in a deep furrow. He stared at the loss reports on his phone screen and the list of core arms dealers who'd

In a light and playful tone, Luke said, "I forgot to mention one thing, Officer Charleston. That enormous debt you racked up under your cover identity? The creditor is me." Jim's face instantly paled. My heart sank. So, Luke had set everything up long ago. "You know—if you pull that trigger, Ms. Anne and the child she's holding against you will end up back in Duskhaven tomorrow. Would you care to guess which street corner they'll be on?" Luke added. His words cut like knives, slashing not just into Jim but me, too. As much as I hated Jim, my heart still twisted at the sight of him in pain.