Trashy Novels & Stories

Just share him—Monday, Wednesday, Friday for Betty, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday for you! Everyone thought they were hilarious. I just sat there, staring at my screen while this sour, bitter feeling crept up and choked me. Tears slid down before I could stop them, splashing onto my phone. They were so in the wrong. And yet somehow, they had the nerve to act like I was the problem. How ridiculous. People like that weren't even worth my tears. I wiped my face and scrolled through the chaos. Among the trash comments, one caught my eye: [Can I be your groom?]

Illusion or real, suddenly he realized he needed the peace and comfort she brought to his soul, and the thought of losing it was awfully insufferable. This was morbid. He was possessed by a blind, stupid lust. He wanted something even when he knew it was unreal. He wanted it so bad he didn't care about anything as long as it felt so real. But it didn't matter now. She was gone. Gone and done with him, while his blasted mind was still gripped by an endless obsession. He bet she was hard to get over. *****

It smelt like alcohol so I left it with her pressing her b**bs. I took my robe which was neatly hung on the door, and I headed to the bathroom. On my way, I saw a left over cake from yesterday party, and I threw the last pieces of the cake in my mouth. I got to the bathroom and I turned on the shower. I shut my eyes and bowed my head absorbing the feel of the water on my skin. "Wait. Where is my phone?" I thought and quickly rounded off my shower. I walked out of the bathroom tieing the robe around me.

Sehrize returns the contents of her head that went too far. TBC.

Its prolly all expired and moldy by now…. Mental note: dump that all on Hunter. Kekekekeeke.

Even the most beautiful scenery in the world couldn't compare to a small smile from you. "If anything happened to you, I'd be nothing but broken bones and dried blood. There'd be no life left in me at all." I was still the same Gabrielle Armstrong, and he was still the same Jared Sheppard. Yet, the man who once said that the most beautiful scenery in the world couldn't compare to me now called me arrogant and insufferable. Back then, he said that I was his weakness, that without me, there'd be no life left in him. Now, he called me greedy, asking how much money it'd take to make me leave.

"Can we please start over?" I looked at his fake, desperate face and felt nothing but disgust. Calmly, I asked, "Hey, Liam. Do you know anything about sorting garbage?" He was caught off guard. "What?" I pointed at him. "You… are the hazardous waste I threw out. I have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. Once I throw something away, I never pick it up again." His expression shifted from pleading to shame and anger. He wanted to say more, but I turned and walked away, leaving my bodyguards to stop him behind me.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Harlan raised Riven’s arm higher, but the celebration was short-lived. A deep voice boomed from the shadows near the back of the warehouse. “I’m not done yet, Reaper.” A massive figure pushed through the throng. Jaxor Veyl another underground legend with a shaved head, jagged facial scars, and a body built like a wrecking ball. He was known for dirty fights and even dirtier tastes. Harlan’s gold tooth flashed in a wicked grin as he winked at the newcomer. “We got ourselves a bonus round, boys! Reaper versus Veyl. Winner still takes the prize.”

She felt shame, like an actual article of clothing engulf her. Juicy opened her mouth. Then she closed it. "I didn't understand, Troy. That's why I said that." Juicy's eyes began to sting. "I'm real sorry for that. I swear I am-" His eyes seemed to melt and the muscles of his face suddenly relaxed. "Juice...I don't want an apology. I am white trash. I'm not a cracker but if that's what you see then I guess that's what I am-" Juicy tried to shake her head and a sharp pain spiked through her. She sucked in a loud breath through clenched teeth and her knees buckled.

I slightly arched my back trying to hold in my climax not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had the capability of making me orgasam. His lips detached and he removed his fingers before I was able to cum, making me extremely grateful. "Can you please untie me?" I croaked as I started to feel more and more disgusted with myself. I almost wanted to cry, I felt so dirty and used. I wanted so badly to be untied so that I could take a shower and try my hardest to wash this feeling off of me. "Why? Aren't you having fun princess?" Justin smirked as he stood up and looked down at me.