Re: Trailer Trash Novels & Stories

The metallic rattle of the ring hitting the depths of a nearby trash can echoed loudly in the quiet corridor. My jaw dropped. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" "Just putting trash where it belongs," Ryder replied, his voice losing all its teasing warmth. He stepped closer, his imposing height casting a shadow over me. "Holding onto that piece of junk is the same as begging a coward to love you. And you used to be better than that, Mary."

They followed the vehicles for two hours on the same roads which were now running separately on different roads and then slowly started stopping at different places. Peter was shocked when he discovered that Ana was not in any of the ten vehicles he had failed to find his own agent. For the last two hours, Peter and his team were thinking that 9 vehicles were trapping them, but in reality only 10 out of 10 black vehicles were trapping them. Actually Ana was shifted to a small car while Peter and his team were blindly running behind these 10 vehicles. Then Adam's team took Ana from Istanbul to Bulgaria and from there to Serbia.

which i did not care about one bit. i never really know what started this tension but i know i added fuel to the fire cause i just cant keep my mouth shut when he says something. “ holy cheesecake look at Amy” Chase whisper yelled as his blond hair fell over his eyes while he used his long slender fingers to brush them aside to get a better view of Amy’s ass. i remember how when we first me i always tease him about his girl hands. whew time does fly. he is also a fucking fuck boy. its not really my fault for my bad sense of language, Chase is my biggest pervert i know. like most of the words that comes out of his mouth is R-rated.

Trevor scrunched up the paper with him and tossed it in the bin as well as the pictures. He growled and kicked the trash can, pouring the content in it on the once neat floor. He guessed he was a piece of trash. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have been an orphan. A freaking blood-sucking orphan who didn't even know how he got the ability in the first place! "I think I need a drink." Trevor grimaced after a while of berating himself. He grasped the discarded suit that was lying on the bed, slipped it on and stepped out of the room.

It must be the paper which was on the floor but it was empty, so I threw it in the dustbin. "Was it empty?" I inquired just to be sure it was the same paper he was talking about. "Yes," "Oh, that-t I threw it-it in the du-dustbin," I shuttered, hoping he would get angry. "You threw it in the dustbin," He arched his brows in disbelief and not to forget the way his eyes were shining in fury, making me swallow the lump of horror. "Ya, it was lying on the floor and I thought it was just the trash," At my words, Ivan's eyes became darker than I'd ever seen. Shade extends into his pupils, almost blinding his eyes.

The soft white pillows on the grey couch are now replaces with the colorful and funny quotes pillow cases when he asked Trisha about them 'they're funny' she said and laughed doubling over while reading one of the quote. Trisha is trying hard to save their relationship. She takes professional help for her misscarge. According to Sara she lost her pup and it's a big thing so she needs help. "I am going for trip tomorrow. Don't forget to post things on social media." Jonathan says as he tayke a bid of egg roll Trisha hums around her noodles and asks. "Where are we going?" Jonathan gives her a look and say. "We aren't going anywhere. I am going to a fan event."

He holds it up so I can see and then tosses it aside. I shudder. “I need to shower for like a week now. In hot water. And bleach.” “Get used to the bugs, princess. You never know when you’re going to have to go on the lam once you start your crime ring.” “Princess?” I put my hand on my hip and glare at Logan. His brown eyes are shining, and that smile on his face is doing bad things to me right now. Bending down, I scoop up a handful of mud and raise my arm back.

"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.

I couldn't help but say, "You should laugh while you still can. Once you regret this, you won't be laughing anymore." Calum's brow furrowed. "What are you even talking about? What do we have to regret? Stop talking nonsense." Why would they regret it? Because the demolition was fake, and they had just driven away a son worth hundreds of millions over something that didn't even exist.

"I-I didn't do anything! I just wanted to stand up for you and set a trap for Robin. I wanted Justin to see her for who she really is." "You've ruined me!" Hunter roared. His voice took on a hopeless edge. "Justin reported my company for tax evasion and fraudulent conveyance. Members of the tax bureau and the economic crime investigation department have shown up at my office's doorstep. It's over for me! "Justin even had the audacity to send me a message to inform me that this entire mess is your fault!" I covered my mouth with my hand, faking my surprise as I exclaimed, "Justin, you…"