Trashy Novels & Stories

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.

Caption: [Love can overcome anything, and love is worth enduring anything. The comments? Filled with admiration. [A man this handsome right in front of you, and you didn't make a move? Are you sure you're into men?] [Exactly! If he were in front of me, I'd take care of his injuries too—just... in a different way.] Vivian, smug as ever, replied: [What's the rush? Sooner or later, he'll be mine.] Then, someone casually dropped a video. [Wow, what a coincidence! I saw you two that night!]

I said in a dry tone. “I am not! Why would I—” “I don’t know! Because you’re bored? Because you like watching me sweat? Because you have so much money, you think it’s funny to waste my time?” I was shouting now, the frustration of the whole week bubbling over. I grabbed the front of my damp shirt with my thumb and forefinger, snapping the fabric against my chest. “I am standing here in a freezing garage, soaking wet, trying to help you, and you’re out here sabotaging a classic machine just for the fun of it?”

I cried with pleasure. Mason came to stand in front of me, and I looked at him. His eyes were yellow, and they were filled with lust. Adrian was in control, and he wanted us. Marcus stopped what he was doing, and Mason went to work. I became super wet for him. Marcus stood up and put his c*ck in my mouth, and I doubled on it. Mason was taking me places, showing me what I had been missing. I cried with pleasure. Mason f*cked me with his tongue, truly eating me, and my entire body came apart. I was their dirty girl.

A donation box was placed before me, and my hand was outstretched as I made to drop a bank card inside. One of the people watching me mocked, "My, my! Look at you, Thalia Stoneridge. Everyone else donated cash, but you're putting a bank card inside. Don't think Jonathan will get together with you just because you're donating more than the others!" "Exactly! Jon's not interested in your stupid money!" someone else said. I returned to my senses and looked at my bank card. Then, I retracted my hand and put the card back in my pocket. "Well, alright. Since you guys think my money is stupid, I won't donate anything. I don't want to dirty everything else inside the box."

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I rushed toward the grave. The blood-stained words read, "Cindy Larson is a shameless woman, and the parents who raised her are animals!" What kind of hatred or grudge could make someone deface Peter and Lila's grave with such vicious words? My vision went black. I collapsed to my knees, desperately trying to wipe the words off. "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry. I've failed you. You can't even rest in peace. It's my fault. How could this happen? I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry!"

TWO YEARS AGO I turned around with my wallet in my hands, before someone unconsciously knocked it over. I turned around to the very shy young adult as she battled with her tripped bag. "I'm sorry" She muttered under her breath as she quickly reached for my cards on the ground. "See what you did there, clumsy imbecile" Someone said to her, giving her a push. Her moist eyes smeared her makeup as her hair dropped unto her shoulders. "Such a clumsy bitch" Another remarked hurtfully as he deliberately spilled the ketchup on her bright yellow dress. "Oops" He said mischievously as he laughed to his friends.

Cassie is an ordinary Omega and she is no match for Kayola- not in the least. Cassie runs out of the room, screaming at the top of her lungs. Kayola sighs and puts on her slippers. She gets to the large kitchen and she gasps at the sight before her. The kitchen is a huge mess. There are at least, two hundred dirty plates. The walls are splattered with soup stains and the floor is not left out. How on earth is she supposed to make this place sparkling clean?

Reagan I wake up late on my birthday only to see Meadow in my face staring at me. “What are you doing, creeper?” “Happy Birthday!” she yells and then does some magic that glitter bombs my entire room. “Aren’t you supposed to do something that I like on my birthday?” I grumble. I am so NOT a glitter girl and no matter how much magic she uses to get rid of it, I still find glitter all over the damn place. The last time she did this, I found glitter on my ass cheeks. No, scratch that, one of the warriors who saw me shift saw glitter on my ass shining in the sunlight and I’ve never lived it down.