Trash Of The Count's Family Fanfic Novels & Stories

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!"

The young Veta and her brother are supposed to greet their father who just came home from his long business trip when instead of a hearty welcome, two men who fought were seen. “This cannot be possible, how could you make such a decision without asking us?” Her father shouted to the man who is crouching down, it seems as if he was hit by the count. “T-that, I am also one of the shareholders of this business! Can’t I make a decision in tough times like that?” The man who was crying in pain looked up at his friend who was in rage. “Yes, you are, however…” the count paused and grabbed a stack of paper, he was supposed to give it over to the man on the floor but then, he threw it on the man’s fa

Richard could be my father, but not even him could stop a whole house of famished Deamhans if he wanted to. I was going stir crazy in my room. My only entertainment while alone was to count how many stars lights the ceiling of my room had. By now I knew they were forty, but I still counted them every night, and morning, and evening because that was better than to stop and feel the parchedness on my throat. It was better than to think about my friends back at the Academy, my mom, and Chris. It was better than thinking about William's betrayal and the fact the both of us could feel the tremor of our connection still when I had the silver cuff around my ankle.

Let's hurry back home“ he can't contain his excitement anymore and wanted to return home quickly. He didn't even had the time to asked about what truly happened. Esmond on the other hand wasn't offended. He know how much pain and trouble his father had gone through for his mother. That he even swallowed his pride and kowtowed towards the count in front of the citizens just for him to grant him even just a stalk of the Sun Triad Flower. But the count was atrocious, even after his father did what the count have asked, he still didn't give him anything. This plant a seed of conflict between their clan and the count. But they were powerless, the count had many strong people protecting him. They

“Please decrease the volume of your trash, Father is sick. I don’t expect a manipulative human like you to understand but you’re nobody. No one ever told you that, right? Although we’re family, I wouldn’t look back to strike you if anything happens to my father. So you better think twice, before you act, get it?” Slyvia threw her head back in laughter, her laughter reverberating in the room. “Family? No dear. We stopped being family the day you got married.” “Mother is right. We stopped being family the day you decided to snatch Caspian from me and got married to him to go against us.” Elle added. “We’re no longer families so get out of this room. You’re now a Riordan and so, you have nothin

Tom was rolling his eyes at his friend’s behavior before Ian shook his head. “What? Are you afraid that you will the ball that you will be finding your wife, Nick? Come on, it’s too early for us to settle. Besides, we have to make sure that your cousin is married first. Then, she can pester us with the marriage talk,” the count said as Niklaus shook his head when Marsh jumped on his horse now. “Well?”

“What were you trying to do, Zae?” Tristan calmed his brother. "He is working my last two available rational brain cells, Tris. One more word against her. I will not care if he is my dad,” he threw the broken glass on the floor, walking away. Poor Tristan had no clue how to take this situation. Whoever it was, is slowly fucking up his family. …………. “I didn’t think you would come,” the man spoke, and a strange feeling settled in her stomach.

He had personally destroyed his greatest ally and pushed his entire clan to the brink of ruin. Thump. Joseph collapsed onto the cold stone floor. Cold sweat soaked through his formal attire, and his body shook violently. He ignored Julia, who was still choking for her life, and scrambled on his hands and knees to my feet. He looked up at me with that face I once adored, a face that now only filled me with disgust, tears streaming down his cheeks. The once proud Count Joseph, now begging me, "Elizabeth, I'm begging you, forgive me! For the sake of what we once had!"

“You!” Madeline gave a thin smile, laced with irony. “But it’s fine,” she said softly. “I’ve stopped caring about the past. After all, trash belongs with the one who picks it up. And Ethan, unfortunately for you, is yours now so congratulations.” Those words hit Sonia like a hard slap. She let out a harsh scoff and stepped forward, her hand rising, ready to strike Madeline across the face. But before she could make contact, Madeline caught her wrist midair. Her eyes blazed sharp, unwavering startling Sonia with the unexpected strength of her grip.