Trash Count Family Novels & Stories

You and your family will be expelled from the Truman family. "You're no longer associated with the Truman family. Only those who have contributed significantly to the Truman family will be forgiven and allowed back into the family." Henry had made his decision. Robert nodded; he was supportive of the decision. It was the greatest mercy to let them leave safely. Everyone was relieved. Their behavior was worse than that of Troy and Benji. However, they did not receive greater punishment, so they did not dare to express dissatisfaction. They left in disgrace. Then, Carlos finally arrived. However, everything had been sorted out.

"So you've made your choice. Trish over family." "Prue is my family." Nate's voice was steel. "My wife. The mother of the child Trish killed. That's my family. Not Trish. Not anymore." "Then I suppose we have nothing further to discuss." "I suppose we don't." Nate looked at Prue, at his wife watching him with wide eyes. "But let me make one thing perfectly clear, Dad. If you take Trish's side in this, if you defend her, if you pay for expensive lawyers to try and get her off, if you so much as suggest that what she did was anything other than calculated, evil manipulation, you stay the fuck away from me and Prue. You don't call. You don't visit. You don't send cards at Christmas. We're done.

I moved the plant elsewhere before heading back to the office. As it turned out, I was too busy with the business trip to check for the surveillance footage. It hadn’t crossed my mind to do so anyway. One day, I collapsed at work and woke up in a hospital bed to my colleagues congratulating me on my pregnancy. I gave Keith a call right away, and he couldn’t be happier. Hot with emotions, I could even feel Whitney’s excitement through the phone. Whitney offered to move back to her old place for a year to learn childcare skills from other grandmothers.

Mom replied. Seeing them play the part of the devoted mother and daughter, I felt a deep sense of tragedy for Dad. He had sacrificed everything for his youngest daughter, yet she remained completely unmoved by his death. There she was, without a single tear, already calculating how to use the money paid for his life to buy a Porsche. But it was too good to be true. Mom and Jesse were planning their spending when the debt collectors showed up. Mom and Dad had taken out a huge loan to go abroad, but since the trip fell through, the debt collectors had seen online that Dad had received two million dollars for donating his heart. They all came to demand their money, and before long, the house wa

“There’s no misunderstanding. I’ve known Frost since we were kids. She’s just angry. She’s always been stubborn when she’s hurt.” “Adrian,” he interrupted—not harshly, but with authority that couldn’t be ignored. “This was her decision. The transfer was clean. Legal. She’s no longer under our family’s protection.” He watched my face drain of color before continuing, his voice quieter now. “She cut ties completely. When someone leaves like that… it’s because they have nothing left they want to hold onto.” Nothing left. The words knocked the air out of me. I staggered back a step, bumping hard into the chair behind me. It screeched against the floor, loud and ugly.

In the crowded boxing ring, Zafrina with her skirt in her hand walks towards the second floor accompanied by her elder brother Zeke Marshall. As the third-largest family in L.A., the Marshall is engaged in ore mining. In order to grab goods in the golden triangle and rainforest, they often quarrel with enterprises from all over the world. In this case, they need a family with great prestige in the gray area as its backing. Coincidentally, the Cloud family is suitable to support the Marshall family.

"My WhatsApp number is the same as my phone number. Add me, and I'll send you proof of your brother sleeping with Jenna after we got engaged. "Also, he's trying to cozy up to the head of Austage City's Urban and Rural Development Bureau to steal the Old City refurbishment project from you. "And your girlfriend, Mavis Lyndon? She's working for your brother. He knows the tender amount you've prepared and has already leaked it to your competitors. He plans to use that information to push you off the board of directors." Success meant everything to Shaun, and I was determined to destroy him. It wasn't easy for me to climb the career ladder—it was far easier to drag him down.

Jessica's face turned grim as she marched toward Edgar's room and kicked the door open. The once cozy room was now bare and desolate. The gifts she'd given him over the years were gone. The stuffed rabbit he clung to at night was gone. Even his collection of plush toys had vanished. There wasn't even bedding left—no sheets, no pillows—just the stark, empty bed frame. "Oh no!" Cooper gasped behind her and covered his mouth. "Where are Edgar's things? Did he seriously run away from home?"

a random dude asked. "Our name is Chaos and we aren't a mafia. We're a motherfucking family. We won't adhere to your bullshit mafia rules, we make our own. We are a family and are open to all. Join us if you choose. Our family is the strongest you will ever find." Blaise announced.

The year my sister turned fifteen, my father, Grant Davis, became obsessed with holding auctions at home. Everything in the house, from a plate of meat to a turn with the washing machine, from school lunch money to after-school activity fees, had to be won by bidding with family credits. I worked odd jobs until I dropped, sleeping only three hours a night, and finally saved up a thick stack of family credits, the paper soft and warped from my sweat. All Melody had to do was sit on the couch and shed a few tears, and my father would stuff fistfuls of credits into her arms. "Girls deserve to be spoiled. Can't have Melody feeling left out." That day, the item up for auction was an old necklace