Trash And The Gang Novels & Stories

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

Why hadn’t I noticed those before? “Boys, take the trash out and make sure it gets out of town,” my savior stated loudly. A few different men, who had been sitting nearby, all stopped their conversations as they stood to their feet, eyes locked onto Trevor, who quickly took a step back. They reminded me of burly bikers, some with long hair, others buzzed-cut. They all wore a mixture of black leather jackets and vests, all with tattoos that marked their visible skin in different ways.

Brick gave the order to leave the bikes behind and Goldie along with them, despite her pouting about missing out on all the action. It was better to be safe than sorry and she wasn't going to come to harm on Brick's watch. There was no telling what kind of punch "the Zygotes" packed in terms of weaponry as they were a notorious one percent gang here in Canyon Creek and quite a nasty bunch as it were. Criminals, low lives, and thugs were what made up their ranks. it was also a well-known fact among the other M. C. that cooking and dealing meth was their bread and butter.

And they have already begun to censor the surroundings. Zach went first and pretended to have someone to talk to inside, only now there was a guard at the entrance of the Battle Underground. "I just have someone to talk to inside," Zach said calmly to the four guards, gangsters as well. The two looked at him with a doubtful look. "Who are you going to talk to, Dos?" Zach's name is Dos in Gangsters World. "I'll just talk to Uno," The four gangsters looked at each other as if something was planned, and he didn't make a mistake when they suddenly released katanas.

MY MOM DIED FOURTEEN YEARS AGO MELANIE~~ What the heck do this bitch us gonna hold my dad smiling sheepishly, this is a complete mistake. I and my dad are the only one at home the bitches and bastard left for where I know not. My dad is taking a nap while I'm on my phone reading the daily gossip and headline. Bryan Dills stock is on free fall in his most famous company J&J.

To her, that was worse than death. "Too bad, it's not up to you." Donovan waved, ordering, "Exile them to the Wastelands. They are never to set foot in any packs again." The Wastelands were a barren, desolate region in Northmere—no food, no water, only howling winds and savage beasts. Being sent there was synonymous with a death sentence. The Gamma warriors stepped forward, dragging the mentally shattered Falcon and the struggling Julia out like rugs. Walter remained collapsed on the floor, watching his son being taken away. After a night, he looked decades older.

Not to mention her horrible brown stained teeth . The elder of the scumbag duo is Travis , he is in his mid twenties. He thinks man vests are totally acceptable even with food stains going back years . His mullet hair style in the same colour of his mommy dearest’s crown of fizz is ironically the same colour as the teeth that he has left . Travis has an unhealthy mummies boy complex , and an IQ of pond scum . His ass is always on show , hanging out his jeans that fit when he was at nursery school . Travis was more perverted in an openly learning kinda way .

What was it that they landed on? Someone in the group finally gave in and threw up, "Blaargh! This is a garbage truck!" They were now inside the garbage truck and being surrounded by an unbearable stench. The truck then drove away … Staring at the truck that was now slowly moving away from them, Fiona couldn't believe what had just happened. She turned around and looked at the other members of the band. Wasn't it a bit too much? Rachel held Fiona's hand and said gently, "Fiona, let's keep on singing!"

After mulling over it for an hour, I chose a simple light blue t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. I glanced at myself in my vanity mirror and looked at the wet mass of hair that I nearly forgot to tame. I retrieved the brush that somehow landed on the opposite side of my room. "Got to love ghosts." I mumbled to the silence. "Clearly no respect for the living." I felt a tap on my cheek and I turned. No one was there. "Guessing that it's going to be that kind of day?" I sounded like an insane person talking to nobody. This is my life. I reserved my thoughts because who knew that someone was listening in.

of existence. "Where are we going?" I yelled over the roar of the "Hard-Purge." "To the **Trash-Bin**!" Silas replied, his human face now a mask of grim determination. "It’s the only place the 'Erase' command won't look! It’s the place where all the 'Deleted' things go to hide!" ### The Kingdom of the Discarded We hit a floor of soft, white dust. But it wasn't dust. It was **Fragments**.