Trash Drawing Novels & Stories

Chapter 473 Tina followed his gaze and felt her stomach knot with fear. Is he going to avenge Cindy by destroying all the design drawings that I spent much time and enormous efforts in searching for? “Did you draw them all by yourself?” “Yes.” Samuel didn’t reach out to leaf through those pieces of paper. The neat freak was overcome with a feeling of nausea at the thought of their coming from the garbage dump. After glancing through the several drawings scattered around, he gave a snort.

Opening the front door, Raisa was surprised to see a lot of trash scattered in front of her house. "Oh my God!" she shrieked in disbelief at what she saw. She rushed out of her house and looked at the trash. "Why is there so much trash here," said Raisa with a confused and sad face. Raisa patiently picked up the trash. One by one she put them back into the big plastic. "Be patient, Sa. Don't get emotional," Raisa thought. The garbage almost all went into the big plastic that Raisa was carrying. Suddenly she saw a toy in the form of a small blue car.

He ran to the trash can, only to find that it was already empty. He summoned the house cleaners again. “A diary? I think I saw one when I was taking out the trash. It should be at the waste transfer station. But considering the time, the garbage truck probably left with it already…” Zach immediately ran to the residential area’s waste transfer station. He saw that the workers there were about to throw all of the trash into the garbage truck. “One second, Sir. I threw away something important by accident.” Before they could react, Zach had already unloaded all of the trash on the ground.

Grabbing the key to one of his SUVs off the hook, I unlocked the car and went back in to grab the trash I needed to get rid of. I dragged them both by each hand, leaving a trail of blood as I did. I threw them into the back seat of the SUV and slammed the door shut. Taking the driver’s seat, I turned the ignition and drove out of the garage’s automatic doors towards a place befitting the trash in the backseat. I pulled the car to a stop, the tyres screeching loudly in front of what I knew to be the Pack’s Correction Facility. I wasted no time in dragging the first piece of trash out, then the second, pulling their unconscious forms single-handedly behind me into the building.

The rest are in Shouha, and is a big mystery to him. ‘I’m starting to hate this. I really need to learn Shouha!’ He gritted his teeth. ‘But being angry over that thing is useless. I should find from the ripped papers. It should be in the bin.’ His eyes looked at the trashcan beside the desk in the living room, seeing some ripped papers scattered around as he predicted. He immediately took some of the thrash out to collect all the ripped papers. He didn’t mind digging because this is important. He was glad that the thrash weren’t wet, that enabled him to salvage the papers that had been ripped.

"We support the legal punishment against the Irwins! Make it happen!" For a few consecutive days, trash was delivered to Ethan's doorstep almost every single day. Some even went so far as to seal his doors and windows shut with industrial glue. When Celeste had pushed Ethan and Simon to the brink, she handed them over to the police. After learning that Ethan had torn up classified documents, the authorities took him away overnight to the relevant departments. Once everything settled, Daniel approved my annual leave. Judd Group underwent an internal purge, top to bottom. My parents found the world's leading reconstruction specialists. After making all the arrangements, they took me abroad wit

The sound of my own panicked cries for help piercing my ears as I look at it. I quickly grab a garbage bag from under the sink and proceed to tear all the sheets off my bed. The pillowcases, the mattress cover, the duvet cover – all of it. I tear them from the bed as quickly as I can and throw them into the garbage bag. I return to the sink and retrieve a pair of dish gloves, a scrub brush and some cleaning products. I fill a bowl with hot water and open the door, getting down on my hands and knees as I get to work trying to scrub my blood out of the carpet in the hallway. I take a moment to scrub the dried blood from my bedpost, which proves much easier than the carpet.

Then, she said knowingly, "Oh, I get it now. You're worried about embarrassing him by giving the card to him in public, right? You can just give it to him privately, then." I glanced at Jonathan, who stood to one side. His gaze was unfocused—it was as if he had nothing to do with what was happening. That was how he'd been in my past life, too. He'd always been a silent watcher, and he'd always looked so aloof and arrogant. I laughed icily. "Why would I care whether or not he's embarrassed? You guys are the ones who rejected my donation, so I won't do anything. I can use this money to buy something nice for the stray dogs outside the campus gates."

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.