Trashy Novels & Stories

Removing the quilt from her face, she let out a small yawn, sleeping clearing from her eyes. The sun rays penetrated through the glass window before clashing with her Hazel eyes, causing the golden in them to sparkle. The burden of her trauma was bit lowered than usual, and then it hit her. She had Theodore's sandalwood scent all over her. The yesterday night came crashing down at her, causing different feelings to emerge.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

My hands shook as I mashed out: wrong person wrong person wrong person Then I tried to delete it. Pressed delete. Confirmed. The message disappeared from my side of the screen… but not from Sebastian's. The chat now read: You deleted a message. Fuck!!! What have I just done!! I was already typing a long "wrong number" text when my heart skipped a beat as I saw… Read receipt. 1:14 AM.

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

Shaurya already removed his hand but there was a devilish smile on his face. "Excuse me, did you do that on purpose?" "Why? Don't you like it? Italy, right? I know you like such touches." "Mr. Do you understand what you are saying? Or are you just out of your mind?" "Oh, wild cat. Will you be the same wild in bed too? Come on. Don't try to put on a good mask. I know, you like such stuff and it's normal there in your place." Shaurya licked his lower lip and gave an ugly smirk to Myra. Unfortunately he was not ready for the impact.

A few days after Lanna's funeral I was walking with Desert beside the lake, "So. when do you plan on marking me?" Desert asked holding my hand and making me chuckle, "Hmmm, so eager aren't we?" "Yes" "Ok, how about I take you to dinner tonight, then we make it official" Desert didn't say anything, "Err or we can wait, it's not a problem," I say confused "No, can you smell that?" I sniff the air "Blood" "Yes" "Come on" We follow the smell, it leads us through the trees and there nailed to a tree, with blood dripping into a pool on the floor is Jimmy.

Stand up, Zadicus stared down at her powerless form, converting his fury into immoral amusement, opening the remaining buttons of his shirt, throwing it away, scanning her body before declaring his intentions, “I will show you what this infidel could do.”

Hopefully she won't remember what really happened. Otherwise, she'll hate me for the headache she'll undoubtedly wake up with. As they were leaving I caught a glimpse of her feet. In my hurry and distraction, I had put her shoes on the opposite feet. "Shit." I cursed. Zak turned around and looked at me. "Problem?" He asked. In a panic, I pointed to my shirt which was soaked with broth "She spilt it all over me," I complained. "Now I don't have dinner." He eyed me and my shirt.

“And I want you to stop calling me that.” “Oh, please,” Sasha laughed the words out and continued to chew her bubble gum. “Listen here, let me teach you something that you may never learn in school. The thing about trash is that whatever you do to it, it remains trash. You can paint it nicely or put it in another bag; you can dress it up in expensive stuff and even put perfume on it, but it would always be freaking trash.”

“That was a short nap.” “Want me to get her?” Scarlet asks. “Thanks, but it’s okay. Keep getting that beautiful golden glow one minute in the sun gives you.” Quinn makes a face and shakes her head. “It’s so unfair.” Scarlet wiggles her hips and laughs. “I’ve always tanned easily. Which is a good thing. Lying out in a bikini in the front lawn of my Southside apartment was always risky.” She shudders and starts to get up. “I should check on Jackson, though. He’s watched at least one episode of PAW Patrol now, and it’s time to get his little butt back out in the sunshine.”