Trample Novels & Stories

"So I can lean on you guys and depend on you guys, give you my trust and respect just for it to be crushed and broken like it always does?" She abruptly stood up. "You know what, I have none of that in me anymore," She chuckled bitterly. "I simply have no respect for anyone, no trust, no sympathy, no nothing because it's already gone! It's been crushed and broken to bits so much that it's all just shattered and vanished away at this point!" Tear started to fall down her cheeks as other people around the cafeteria started to watch and listen. "I'm sorry, sorry that I can't give you what you want. I can't give you all that trust and respect you want in any friendship because mine has all been

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

And another. “I’m a rebel.” I whirl around and march forward, but this time I really do walk right into a spider web. I bring my hands up, frantically trying to get the web off me and spin around. I didn’t see Logan rush over to help me, and I end up whacking him hard in the face. “Shit, I’m so sorry!” I jerk back, slip on wet leaves, and my feet go right out from under me. I land in thick mud, and Logan can’t stop laughing. “Jerk!”

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

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

I thought it was an error in the files. A tall blonde descends from a gold-trimmed red Audi. Crystalline blue eyes bored into the world around her. Tan skin, legs for days. Boredom seemed her constant companion, but even so, she radiated an air of dominance and entitlement, that made lesser heirs shrink in comparison. Her movements in stride were so fluid and mesmerising you couldn't help but be drawn in. She walked a goddess who barely graced mere mortals.

I was the starting midfielder; I had practice tonight, and my body was already aching from the office floor. I dressed quickly, choosing a shirt with a high, stiff collar. It covered most of the marks, but if I moved the wrong way, the truth would peek through. I looked at myself one last time. I looked sharp. I looked like the golden boy again. I grabbed my bag and headed out. The hallway was crowded with students rushing to their 9:00 AM slots. As I turned the corner toward the main stairs, I wasn't looking where I was going. I slammed right into someone.

"Hey man, back off!" Tray kicks CJ away from him, sneering at him then back to Zara. He pulls her hair and slaps her so hard in plain sight. "We're going home!" he starts dragging her hand. "I'll teach you a lesson!" CJ can't have it anymore. He's so infuriated that he grabs Tray by the collar and punches him so hard with his fist that he spits blood after the first couple of blows. CJ knocks him down to the ground and continues punching and punching till he's on the verge of passing out.

"Why are you always such a brat!" Trey says, slamming the door behind me and throwing his tie down on the entryway table. "Maybe you need to stop being such a dick. I'm not property Trey, a human being here." I said turning to face him. He always looks so sexy when he gets riled up. "Listen here baby, you are going to have to stop these charades," Trey says cracking his neck and walking me up against the wall in the entryway. "Or what?" I said knowing damn well that I was challenging him. "Or you are going to start getting punishments that you may not like." He said leaning further down to kiss me.

While the kick didn't land, he was forced to dodge and that brought him nearer the edge. As her leg came down he lunged to their side to catch them off balance, but Trajan had prepared for this and they immediately let their leg rebound and drive forward into the captain's path. His weight hit them, but their knee caught him on the thigh and the two tumbled into the grass. Both tried to gain purchase on the other for a hold before pushing back to stand up.