Trash Of Counts Family Novels & Stories

He knew nothing of decluttering or minimalism. He looked at the damaged desk, then at my well-dressed parents, and found himself unable to stay silent. "I'm just a junk collector, so forgive me if I speak out of turn." He brushed the dust from his rough hands and fixed them with a firm look. "To adults, some things are nothing but trash. But to a child, they can mean the world—a memory to hold on to, or even a friend.

Based on how affectionately Winona and Hunter were behaving around each other, it became obvious that they had been involved with one another for a long time. Winona looked at me. Her eyes strayed toward my and Justin's intertwined hands. Her lips curved up into a mocking sneer as she said, "Do you enjoy picking up other people's trash that much, Robin Dorne? The Lowen family has already declared bankruptcy, and yet you're still so eager to be the rebound?" I immediately planted myself in front of Justin before he could get a word in. "You've already broken up with him, Winona. You have no say in what goes on between Justin and me," I said seriously. "All I know is that even when he was stil

As the girl walked away, she kept glancing back at Alfred, reluctant to leave. "I'll always support you and Vivian! You have to get married!" Alfred watched them go, then casually dropped a scoop of ice cream onto my plate. "Babe, don't take it to heart. The CEO Falls in Love series on Vivian's socials is blowing up—it's great for the company. You have no idea how happy it makes her. If I shut it down, she'll be upset."

I said at last, my voice stripped of all warmth, “your husband died loyal to this family. He was a good man.” She froze at the mention of his name. “And you’ve been hiding behind his sacrifice to manipulate, to lie, to destroy someone else’s life.” I straightened. “Effective immediately, all support the family has been giving you is terminated. This house will be reclaimed. Your actions will be reported to the family council. What happens next is no longer my concern.” I turned away. I didn’t look back. The regret nearly crushed me—but beneath it grew something worse. A manic, obsessive certainty.

he began, the word twisting on his tongue before he finally settled on "Ms. Armstrong." "Mr. Sheppard asked me to give these to you. He said once you sign these papers, you should forget about everything that happened over the past few years. This is your compensation." Michael opened the suitcase. Inside, stacks of cash were neatly bundled, and on the very top lay a document. Jared had transferred the subsidiary company I'd been managing to my name. "Mr. Sheppard said you should go to the subsidiary…" His words trailed off, but I understood. Jared was making me step aside for Rachel. He was afraid that a scheming, calculating woman like me would bully his innocent fiancee.

Tears rolled down her heartbroken visage as she watched me, disheveled, bloodied, and on the brink of consciousness. "Ethan…" she said through gritted teeth. "You must've grown tired of living. Not once did my family lay a finger on Oscar, and yet you, an ignorant, cocky fool, dared to beat my brother into this state!" Ethan froze, his body stiffening in place. He stared at me blankly, then at Celeste. "What are you talking about, Ms. Judd? Everyone in the city knows you're the only child of the family. Since when do you have a brother?"

"Don't blame Connie, Mom. It's my fault. I have caused you so much trouble. I shouldn't have taken the coat from her…" Before she finished, Dad grabbed me and slammed me to the ground. He roared, "A cold-blooded thing like you doesn't deserve to live in this loving family!" I cried and begged him to stop. But the more I cried, the more he was convinced that I felt no remorse. His claws landed harder and harder. Mom and Nathan stood at a distance, their faces indifferent. It was as if I weren't part of the family, just a filthy rogue they didn't recognize.

Rosalie had a sorrowful expression on her face, but her eyes were filled with glee. As she watched Julian raise his sword and thrust it toward us, she silently mouthed the words, "Goodbye, my dear sister." At that very moment, the Alpha and the Luna of the Stoneridge pack arrived and knocked the sword out of Julian's hands. Just then, Julian's parents showed up as well. When they saw Rosalie's shrunken belly, they were infuriated. I said, "This has nothing to do with me. Rosalie fell on her own!"

"Your aunt managed to survive because she had eaten less, though she had to be moved to the ICU after a gastric lavage. Her doctors are worried about long-term complications. "You have my condolences, Ms. Cooper." I was on the verge of becoming an orphan just yesterday, but today I truly was one. I signed the papers under Officer Lowe's supervision, claimed the bodies with their help, and arranged for cremation. An hour later, I walked away with three urns in my hands. I brought them back and arranged all four of them—Dad's and theirs—side by side in the living room. I then went to the hospital to visit Aunt Jacklyn.

A slop cart was parked right there, collecting kitchen waste from the neighborhood. The smell was something else entirely. However, I didn't have options. I clenched my teeth and climbed inside the barrel. I crouched in the dark and the stench and let the cart haul me, rocking and jolting, all the way out of town. 'Goodbye, my husband. 'Goodbye, Grand Chancellor.' - In the study, Jeremy worked through the last document and pressed his fingers to his temple. A small smile crossed his face as he set down his quill and got up, then headed toward the bedroom.