Trash Of The Count's Family Novels & Stories

I wrote about how I had given up a billion-dollar cash reward, and how I had drained every last luck point from my own system account to exchange for the chance for her to stand again after the car accident that had paralyzed both her legs. After finishing the letter, I packed all our old photos into a cardboard box and erased the last traces of my life in this house. [Death countdown: 10, 9, 8...] The countdown entered its final ten seconds. I fell onto the carpet beside the sofa. It felt as though my organs were being shredded by countless blades. My face remained cold as I endured the agony. I vomited mouthful after mouthful of black blood, instantly staining the pure white carpet Victori

Though one leg had snapped off, the driver had strapped it carefully to the side of the truck and covered it with an old tarp to protect it from the damp. Dad's expression shifted as he looked at it. "The boy didn't come home?" The driver untied the desk and set it down on the curb, looking confused. "It's been over a day now." "He's a bit difficult," Mom said vaguely, reaching out to touch the desk before pulling her hand back, as if it were too dirty. The driver watched them, and something seemed to click. He was a simple man. He knew nothing of decluttering or minimalism.

They have helped me a lot more than I anticipated, and before I realized it, they were a permanent part of my heart and soul that I would never be able to forget. I'm already in the family's garden now that night has finally fallen once more. The Count was once held captive and coerced into speaking, but in the end, the Count killed himself by stabbing himself. The house used to be full of secrets. However, they have discovered some data, and Zeiron helped the others once the Greyton ship had been located, though he is still missing from the neighboring empire.

The sales staff said nothing, but their eyes showed clear disgust. Jason lowered his hand with a cold snort. "Fine. I can let her go." He pointed at Oscar. "Throw this piece of trash out of your house. Our family threw him away. What is your family supposed to be, picking up what we didn't want?" George's head snapped up. "Oscar is a person, not something to be picked up. Your family didn't want him. Our family does. He's already one of us." His voice was firm and final.

In the ancestral hall deep inside the Hawkins' residence, the patriarch of the family, Carson, spoke up, “What’s going on, Uncle Alf?” “Clay is dead!” Alf replied when he saw that it was Carson. “What? My son is dead? How is that possible? He had many powerhouses by his side during his trip to Joverton. How did this happen?” Carson was in disbelief. “Did you make a mistake, Uncle Alf?” “It’s not a mistake. The token representing Clay just fell inside the tower.” Alf flung a token out. Clay’s name was on it, and there was no more light on it. All that was left on it was dried blood.

If it had not been for the sake of the Truman family and General Ivory Unicorn, Peter would have been dead countless times over. Brice pleaded with Tim to spare Peter's life. However, he was permanently expelled from the Truman family. The Truman family was told never to have any contact with Peter; otherwise, they would pay the price. Cindy had an excellent relationship with Jess and confided in her, so Jess quickly brought up the matter of Henry destroying Peter, hoping that she could help protect Henry. When Cindy heard that a man her cousin liked helped her destroy Peter, it was a relief to her, too, so she agreed.

Passing through the riot zone, we met with the local person in charge. After some casual conversation, I heard Ethan's name mentioned again. The person in charge exhaled a slow plume of smoke and said thoughtfully, "I remember that guy… He didn't last three months here before he died. From what I heard, he refused to work and seemed… mentally unstable. "He was always shouting about wanting to be in charge of the Judd family. When his body was found, the scene was… awful. You wouldn't believe it—his lower body was almost destroyed, and the bleeding didn't stop for days.

She went limp and sank into the mud, not a tooth left intact. The team commander walked to the back of the truck last. When he saw me, his eyes went red, and he dropped to one knee. "Miss Connolly. I'm sorry we took so long." Both hands raised a satellite phone above his head. I worked feeling back into my numb fingers and took the phone. I didn't dial yet. First, I pulled the rotten rag out of my mouth and spat three times on the ground. Still tasted like it. Then I looked up at the two people face-down in the mud.

She could feel her lips burn from the hot object entering her mouth. “Don't you dare bring those up in this place.” The Count whispered in a threatening manner while Laura was still coughing out ashes from her mouth. “Useless woman. Compared to you, that woman is more useful for achieving my wishes. You're just like your mother. Like mother like daughter, you two are parasites in my life. If you don't want me to kick your mother out, then disown you from the Lanchaster's family register, just shut your mouth."

"Oh, don't even think about expecting assistance from your bandit encampment. The bandit army you formed has been completely wiped out, and it was they who disclosed that the bandits' leader's name was Alen. People like you are not tolerated by the Alheim family." I didn't realize the Count's name was actually Alen until I checked his status. I knew such coincidences were extremely rare. And I'm curious why the Count didn't choose a random moniker instead of his own name. "You are a member of the Alheim family..." The Count mumbled. In fact, the Count had no idea of the Alheim family, and this was the first time he had learned of them. "How come I don't know a family that can compete with ou