The Trash Of The Counts Family Novels & Stories

"None of that matters anymore because I no longer feel anything for you." Jonathan's eyes reddened. "Can you give me another chance? I've also died once now—Henrietta pushed me off a cliff and lied about it, claiming that I fell off myself. Then, she inherited everything of mine and took a fresh-faced lover. We've both died once, so we're even." I scoffed. "I'm not the one who pushed you. How are we even?"

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

My face stayed blank as I tossed it straight into the trash. "That one was hand-knit by my mom. This piece of crap doesn't even come close." Elmer frowned when he saw the scarf in the bin, then sat down beside me. "I know. But the dead won't come back, Moira. What's gone is gone. Risa didn't mean any harm, and it was you who pissed her off first, wasn't it? Come on, don't be mad." He reached out like he always did, trying to pat my head.

I was planning to ride out those last days in peace, detached and unbothered, but no—Betty just had to bring the drama. She shattered my dad's urn. The ashes spilled everywhere, but it wasn't enough for her. Nope. Her cat strutted in, did its business right on the remains, and Betty? She had the audacity to grin. "Daphne, look! The ashes make great litter for my cat!" And just like that, all the grief, the rage, everything I'd been holding back exploded. I just grabbed the baseball bat behind the door and swung. The crack of impact was satisfying, but Betty's scream? Even better. She stumbled back, pale as a ghost, scrambling to get away.

I yearned to know if she thought I was useless—just dead weight dragging her down… However, I didn’t want to make a scene, and I didn’t want to drag an uninvolved man into the mess of my marriage. I turned to leave and accidentally knocked over a nearby trash can. Clang! The loud crash made both of them turn at the same time. Our eyes met. The burrito wrapper slipped from Alisha’s hand and dropped lazily to the ground. "Kayden?" The embarrassment of being caught hit me all at once. I wanted to disappear into the pavement. Nevertheless, I straightened up anyway, forcing a calm smile. "What a coincidence, babe. You two… talking business?"

said Count Clodis pointing at Chelsea he continued " the second lady Kaisen if proven will become a murderer , how can we let this sort of dangerous trash walk in our society freely ?" " Count Clodis mind your words ! My daughter is not yet convicted ! How dare you call her a trash " said Lord Kaisen coldly his eyes glaring holes at Count Clodis 's body . " You will see soon , Lord Kaisen " said Count Clodis then he clapped his hands and two knights brought Madam Marge who was staring at his majesty in a sort of determined trance " Madam Marge , you-" Watching his old nanny walk in the court Regulus tsked , shaking his head " Our family didn't treated you badly, is there a need for you to do

Sure enough, the bead in the energy core turned again, and the golden light appeared once more. Tristan got up and started clawing at the ground. He grabbed a handful of dirty mud and dust before directly shoving it into his mouth. He was eating as much of it as he could! ‘Hah. The young master of California’s Coleman family ate trash. Now, the genius from Missouri’s Coleman family will sit on the ground and eat dirt.’ Alex thought. Immediately after that, Alex took his phone out and started recording a video of Tristan sitting on the ground eating dirt. Alex did so from multiple angles, and he turned on the flash function to make sure it could be seen clearly.

“I know what you want to say to me. You’re just worried that I’d have your darling son wrapped around my little finger again. I’ll tell you straight up, I will never step foot into the Black family, nor will I have anything to do with the Black family. Your darling son is just trash to me! I want to puke the moment I see him, much less your garbage dump of a family!” She was describing his family as a garbage dump?! “How could the Fritzgerald family possibly have someone like you join their family?! You’re an embarrassment to them!” Richard trembled in rage. But Carol felt great. “I’m still better than the three pieces of trash you have as your sons!” She immediately left while the furious R

"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.

"A good wife brings prosperity to generations. A wicked one ruins an entire family. Choose wisely." As the night deepened, the family gathered to keep vigil beside the caskets. Kelly, unwelcome among them, shrank into a corner, her presence tolerated but barely acknowledged. I found her there later. "Zarrick's finished," I told her softly. "And when I leave him, I'll make sure he walks away with nothing. If you're willing to stay with him then, when he's broke and ruined, then maybe—just maybe—I'll believe your love is real."