Trash Count Family Novels & Stories

“I’ll do another DNA test. I just want to be with my family. That’s all I want.” But before anyone could even react, Tricia’s voice cut through the noise like a whip. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” she said, her tone soaked in mockery. “I found your family.” She reached into her shiny clutch and pulled out a large brown envelope, waving it dramatically for everyone to see. My stomach knotted. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaky but trying to hold steady. Tricia smiled—a kind of cold and deliberate smile that made my skin crawl. “Let’s see…” she began, sliding out the contents and holding up a photo. “Your mum is… a maid.”

Glass reflected his shattered image, and he didn't even notice the peach branches cutting his skin. When he returned to the living room, he ran into the Blackwood family who had just come back. Learning that I had already left, Father just snorted coldly. "Running away from home? So she's learned to put on sob stories now? Don't bother with her. When she's starving like a wild dog, she'll naturally know to come home and gnaw on bones." "We should have kicked her out long ago," Ethan clapped his hands in approval. "It's all her fault that Sera got sick from guilt."

I pulled my hand from his grasp, my expression blank as I handed him the divorce papers. "Sign it." Zarrick collapsed onto the floor. "Please, I have nothing left. My parents are gone. You're my only family. I can't live without you." I laughed. It wasn't me he couldn't live without—it was money. "Actually, you're not completely broke." I pulled out the evidence of the money he had spent on Kelly—wire transfers, real estate, luxury cars, designer handbags, even their daily expenses. Every cent was accounted for.

She snatched my tracker and raised it as if to smash it. I did not stop her. Instead, I said, “Go ahead. It’s worth five million dollars. It's Blackstone tech. Break it, and the penalty is ten times the value—50 million.” Her hand faltered. I added, “Of course, your family can afford it. But the debt will go straight into the council’s credit registry. Would the council still trust someone who destroys others’ property out of spite to be an heiress?” Her jaw clenched. Then, with a defiant glare, she hurled it down.

***** Tristan alighted from his car, his Mom and others were already waiting for him. "Oh my darling son, I missed you so much." Mrs Zachary ran to him and kissed him all over his face. "Hello Mom, Dad." he greeted. "How are you son? I can see you have finally come back to your senses." old Zachary said. "Finally, that bitch Jasmine is out of your life. You can now do right by your family." Mrs Zachary said. "Yes Mom, you are right. I came back to do the right thing." Tristan said.

he ordered. "Why me? I don't want to dig through trash." Tina complained. "You are the youngest child, you have to do it." Dustin told her. Tina grumbled and retrieved some of the hair from the trash which she tied in a piece of cloth. "Good, let's go." Evena dropped the phone on the table, took their hands and they left for creekwood. NEW LANTERNS PACK

Chase scolded the woman, “Stupid thing! Does she think she deserves to sleep with our Shaun? Trash! A pile of dog sh*t!” Freya and Miles failed to suppress their laughter. Only Catherine and Shaun kept a straight face. “You have the cheek to say that. Look at the trashy crowd you invited over today.” The corners of Shaun’s lips twitched into a sarcastic smile. A look of embarrassment washed over Chase’s face. “I don’t care about the Campbell family even if they collaborate with Hudson Corporation. Come on, drink up and continue the fun. Only the real ones stayed behind.” He took the lead and picked out a song. Freya tagged along and picked one for herself.

“Dad, that movie’s so 2017.” Chase gasped dramatically. “Betrayed. By my own blood.” Everyone laughed. The family was still a little dysfunctional. Still chaotic. Still recovering in small ways. But they were the Coles. And for the first time in what felt like forever… They were whole.

"There’s nothing, boss. No skeletons. No offshore scandals. Their money is as pure as it gets. His grandfather was some kind of saintly leader back in the day. The family is clean. Untouchable." I gripped the phone, my ink stained fingers shaking. "Are you sure? Everyone has dirts, everyone has a basement full of bones. Find them." "I have trailed them for forty eight hours, boss. There’s really no dirt. They are just... powerful and clean. I have checked their records back to Sinclair's teenage years, there is really nothing on that family." I felt a vein throb in my temple. The silence on the line stretched out, heavy and suffocating.

“Trash in a fancy dress. My son’s standards have fallen.” My face burned, my hands shaking. “I’m not trash,” I shot back, standing up, my chair scraping loud against the floor. “You don’t know me.” Wilson laughed, a cruel sound that made my skin crawl. “I know enough. You’re a street rat who tricked her way into my family. You’ll never be one of us.” I opened my mouth, ready to tear into him, my blood boiling. “I didn’t trick anyone,” I said, my voice loud, trembling. “Your son dragged me here. If you’ve got a problem, take it up with him.”