Trash Of The Count's Family Novels & Stories

Vivian did not ask many questions. She only said the position was still mine. After I hung up, I looked at the hard drive on the table and started counting. Three days. In three days, Nico and I would be gone. Dante came home early that night. Nico was on the living room rug opening his birthday gifts. When he heard the door, he looked up once, then back down without saying a word. Dante stopped, then set a gray shopping bag on the coffee table.

He spat up blood and went down, buried under the weight of the carcass. "Holy crap!" I threw the meat off him in a panic and hauled him up by the back of his collar like he weighed nothing. Of course, that was the exact moment the old geezer in the next door butcher store, Tom Walker, came strolling by with a group of idlers in tow. They took one look at the scene and completely lost it. "Well, well, Yvonne. Did you buy yourself a man to keep as a decoration?" "That's no husband, that's a pretty doll. Did the pig carcass just kill him? What terrible luck!"

I once believed marrying Luca Romano was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He was the head of the Romano Family. He was calm and powerful, a man who commanded absolute obedience. And I was his wife. I was also the mother of Annie Romano, the Romano Family's sole heiress. But it wasn't until I married Luca that I learned what kind of man he really was. Everyone envied me for being his wife, but Luca never truly cared about Annie or me. According to him, the Family's rules made no exceptions. But somehow, those rules seemed to apply only to Annie and me. That day, I called Luca again and again. The authorization Annie needed for treatment reached the hospital eight hours too late. B

Clara’s POV When I stepped down from my car, I slapped my hand over my mouth at the disgusting scent that made me want to vomit. The ground beneath me shook as I made my way to the fire that had probably destroyed everything inside the tomb by now. "Martin?" The lump inside my throat grew as I choked out his name when I found him standing by the tomb, watching his entire family turn into dust. The Redwood and the Aries family were a legacy. They all were kept down here, in the same tomb and now they were all being burned together, in the same flame.

Tristan was standing alongside me when we greeted the count and his daughter at the main door of the villa. “I must say this is a big house. You must be more well off than I think, Count Abell,” the smug older count said. It was no secret that the count hated anyone that wasn’t from Talandor. Given that Tristan was an outsider and was originally a commoner, he was positively mocking him, and it irritated me. “What can I say? Merchants have several ways of making money, count,” Tristan said in a brighter manner. I liked how he handled the count’s insults well.

No one has ever come this close to our family in years. Does this mean we're not the most feared mafia anymore? I don't understand. Mateo, Rafe, and Tiago came walking back to the car. Our men dragged the bodies of our enemies onto a pile. The rest of the bodies that belonged to the members of our family were carried into a black van, all ten of them. Lifeless and weary. ~ I sat in the living room numb and paralyzed by the heavy atmosphere in the room. Tiny sobs filled the house.

Lucian adored us both, and our family was perfectly happy. The tragic Zimmer family was the complete opposite in comparison. I thought that if I ran into the Zimmer family again, I would stop to glance at them. I would not do it to mock them but to remind myself that karma was real. A person must always have good morals. A year later, Mark's son finally succumbed to his illness. The poor child died before his third birthday. Mark and Coco cried their hearts out at the funeral. Lorraine collapsed at the gravesite in grief.

Even buying an ice cream meant comparing prices at three different stores before committing. Now I understood. Alisha West, my wife, had been preparing for the family’s collapse all along. "Kiddo, I’m not sick." I rubbed my temples. "I just… finally figured things out." At that, Alisha and Elyse exchanged a glance, then quietly went back to flattening cardboard boxes. The comments drifted across my vision again. [Oh? The spendthrift Kayden Day’s changing his ways? Yeah right. He’s definitely faking it to trick her into buying him something even more expensive]

Craig immediately came to Adelaide's defense, "No one can be good at everything. Adelaide's the most talented one in the Warscar Training Camp. Why don't you show us your special talents or any exceptional skills you have?" With that, he cast a cold glance at Lance. Lance was taken aback—for he hadn't called it ugly; it was Paisley who said so. Paisley quickly changed the subject, "Caldwell, tell me about some memorable funny moments you and your sister had when you were kids." Lost in memories, Caldwell had a lot to share. His father was the county executive officer of Garfield County, and the family of four had lived comfortably. Garfield County was poor and plagued by chaos and rogue wolv

Grandma's voice was trembling as she bellowed, "Linda Mills! Ash is your son, too!" Mom wanted to say something, but Grandma cut her off, saying, "I know Eli has a tragic fate, born with that cursed countdown. I also know you feel sorry for him and want to give him the absolute best to let him leave in peace."