Trash Of Counts Family Novels & Stories

True Tristan was from the wealthy Mercer family, but Maxwell was almost equal to him as he was from the Lexus family. Tristan was being stupid right now some people here believed. At Table 1, Patricia froze. Just seconds ago, a sickening wave of regret had washed over her. She had spent the entire evening insulting and dismissing a man who belonged to one of the most powerful legal families in the city. She had literally opened her mouth to backpedal and apologize to him, but Tristan's promise stopped her cold. She pressed her lips tightly together and decided to wait. Robert sat perfectly still, arms folded, his expression unreadable.

First my dad came and hugged me like i am going to disappear Then my mother came she was crying so much i just cant bear to see her sad so i started crying too. Rest my uncles aunts, brothers and cousins came and hugged me, "So did you miss us?" My brother aiden asked. "Nahh not at all" i replied sarcastically and they all pretended to be fake hurt and wiped their fake tears. "DRAMA QUEENS" they all laughed. "What happened to me?" I asked They told me i have allergy to MUSHROOMS. Seriously Mushrooms likes seriously but whatever

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

and when I finished, I wiped my eyes, kissed her goodbye, and stood to find Portia waiting for me on a bench not far off. Over the years, Portia and the Shaws had become as big a part of my family as I had theirs. I'd never known my dad, or even his name, and Ernie stepped in to fill that role from the day I met him. Every time my mom had to go through chemo, I'd gone back into foster care, and I had gotten a family that defied all odds. They weren't the couple that people read about who appeared to be wonderful on the outside, only to find out they abused the system for money and neglected the kids in their custody. Ernie and Hensley Shaw just wanted children and hadn't been able to have an

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.

I hastily wiped it from the corner of my eye and decided to throw away everything in the room. Since I was dying anyway, keeping these things would only be an eyesore to them. It was better to throw them all away. There was not much in the room besides daily necessities and a few picture frames. There was a family photo of all four of us and my marriage certificate with Jonathan. I stared at them for a long time, then threw them into the trash without hesitation. After cleaning up, I lay on the bed gasping for breath when suddenly, something metallic and sweet surged up my throat. I coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood that splattered across the white sheets.

Trent flipped through it, tracing his mother’s face. She looked so happy here. Many of the photos were of Trent as a baby, then Thea. One photo was of Edward and Bea on the couch, their arms wrapped around each other. Trent closed the album and kept working. He didn’t know how much time passed. It could’ve been days for all he knew. The pile of trash in the front yard kept getting larger and larger. Trent didn’t know how Edward had managed to accumulate so much junk when he’d been housebound. There was expired food in the pantry and cabinets; packs and packs of cigarettes; ashtrays filled to the brim; old magazines, some older than Trent himself; tools—broken or otherwise—and appliances and

You wanted to stay in this pack and I did , I have been nothing but understanding and loving to you even considering the fact that you don’t care about my feelings and you have done nothing to see if I was just spouting trash out of my north . You have been so devoted to your husband and I don’t care about it for all that I care about you could go to hell it’s not like any of it matters . I’m not the sweet loving daughter that you had and don’t pull the crap that you left your life for me just to protect me . I didn’t knock you and dump your ass , I must say that you parents did a nice job chasing you away because you were the alpha daudytst , you had a fucking roof over your head and a fami