Trash Of Count's Family Novels & Stories

"The Yeagers really wasted those years raising him. Where did this guy even come from? I'm glad he's dead. Later, I'm going to celebrate that the world is rid of a menace like him!" The crowd erupted into chaos. Some onlookers even started picking up trash and throwing it at my body. In an instant, the scene went out of control. With a frown, Dad stared at the chaos before him, his eyes showing no emotion. Just then, Jenna hopped out of her black Bentley. Seeing my body covered with trash, she screamed for them to stop. "Get out of my way! Nathan had his heart taken out so Nick could be saved. He even jumped off the building today to save his dad's company. Since you don't know the truth, ge

"It's good to have you back, Quinny. I know you're not happy to see us, but we just wanted to check in on you. Please don't be upset." "You should head back, Grandpa. Your presence won't change anything, and it's something that you can't meddle in." Matthew nodded in assent and said, "Got it, Quinny. We'll head back now." After seeing Quinn's teary eyes, he felt a pang of sadness and couldn't bear to say anything else. How did such a happy family end up in ruins? It was clearly all because of Maurice's shortcomings! "We went through so much just to see her, Grandpa! How can we just leave now?"

The family is always seen driving a late seventies powder blue Ford crew cab truck with a few small dents. I have heard one time through the town's gossip line; the family had a son. Although I had never seen him, he is an older boy a few years older than me. I wonder if anyone has ever seen him? The story went he has been living with relatives out of state. Or so I’ve heard. And no one knows the reason as to why?

A small kid climbed onto a stone bollard, paused to look back toward home, and then slid into the collection bin. Minutes later, a green truck pulled up. Its mechanical arm lifted the bin and dumped the contents into the compactor. The engine roared as the compactor ground and pressed everything together, and then there was silence. After a while, the truck pulled away. When the video ended, Mom let out a little whimper, like an injured animal. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor, scraping her nails across it. "Compactor…" she whimpered, staring blankly ahead. "That was a compactor…"

Family and friends came and went, their well-meaning condolences falling like leaves in autumn—fading, drifting, and ultimately forgotten. Alex found solace in the attic, a hidden sanctuary where he could escape the stares of pity and the whispers of sorrow. There, he discovered his father's old police badge and his mother’s stethoscope, symbols of their dedication and love. He would hold them tightly, feeling a connection to the parents he could no longer touch.

"So what if I hit you? If it weren't for you, Athena wouldn't hate me, and my family wouldn't be falling apart! "All of this is because of you. You ruined everything, you bitch!" Sophia stood frozen, her mouth agape in shock. "But… didn't you say we were a family? Isn't Jackson fond of me?" Jackson shot back instantly, his expression icy, just like the way he used to look at me. "I never liked you! You're the reason I lost my mom. I hate you! "We were never a family—not with you." Mason's expression was just as cold, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Get the hell out."

“Dear, look! I’ve turned my back on this disgusting family that treated you like dirt! Please, let me in now. “I’m still legally your husband! You can’t just stand there and watch me die!” His words sounded earnest, but all I felt was disgust. By then, Elio was on the verge of collapse. Athena and my mother no longer had the energy to argue with James. “Fine! We were wrong! We’ll beg you on our knees, alright? Is that enough for you?” Watching the people who had tortured me, humiliated me, and caused my death in the past kneel before me did not bring the satisfaction I had imagined it would. Instead, I felt disgusted at the fact that I was a part of such a family.

Zee took the remote from the centre table and turned it on. The woman on the screen was broadcasting about a kid that was hit by a car when returning from school. “How awful,” Zee muttered, before her eyes flickered to the headlines and there was one about Winston. “There~” Diana’s eyes couldn’t stop reading as the words moved slowly from the screen leftward. The third week of Winston Counter’s disappearance and his grandfather is pulling every string he has—anyone who could give anything would be rewarded. Despite the Counter family business falling with Winston’s disappearance, and the leak of his crimes and the scandals hitting the internet caused by Diana.

It was easy enough to see they were feeling no pain. To hear Colin tell it, we'd killed Hogzilla, and needed a backhoe to drag it back for cleanin'. Dad shed some reality on the stories, but our Moms were happy we'd had a good day, and were clearly pleased with Colin's contagious excitement in particular. Alright, I'm gonna throw this out there, even though a lot of y'all are gonna think me perverted or something. Try to be open-minded. Aunt Marie is hot. Her ex-es must have been some stupid sumbitches.

At least Tessa would have a chance to attend a better school. But the day before we were supposed to leave to look for a place, I got a call from my younger brother, Henry Weber. After graduating high school, Henry had been working odd jobs far away. I only saw him once a year at Christmas. "Hattie, I wouldn't call unless I had no other choice. I'm sick. I need money for treatment. Can you help me ask Arthur for a loan?" The words hit me like a hammer. My vision went dark. Our parents died early. Henry was three years younger than me. We grew up relying on each other.