Trashy Novels & Stories

Jordan Miller ~•~ Alessandro was a bastard. He was a jerk, a dick, an asshole, but he was also a smart man. I looked at my phone in disgust, trying with all my might to resist throwing it against the wall. I had gotten what I'd been asking for any opportunity I got, but it made me want to strangle Alessandro. He said he hated me being fake. Let's see how real I could get when I get my hands on him.

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.

Ugly Sharp and menancing in a way that made my fucking skin crawl. “Once I take out the trash… you won’t have a reason to stay.”

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

I know where this talk is going. “Bullshit, Ivann,” I responded. I closed my eyes once more and started massaging my temples for a second before looking at him straight in the eye. “It’s funny thinking that it doesn’t only happen inside a book or a movie but also in real life,” I sarcastically said. “Someone who can actually hurt you and then make up an excuse using a disease just so they can be forgiven,” I added, acting like I was surprised.

“You’re disgusting.” “So disgusting that you invited me to your place to screw your sadness away.” “That’s not true! I called you about the contract cancellation.” Lison let out a small laugh. “I can break many things, but not the agreement,” he said with a double meaning. Libia swallowed hard. “Stop doing that…” “Doing what?” “Looking at me like you want to devour me.” “You know the answer,” Tiodor said, starting to unbutton his shirt. “No, I don’t,” she said, a bit dazed.

--- --- Clearer. --- --- And finally— --- Free. --- ---

I listen to Osman talking about politics with my dad and at the same time, I want to take a sip of the tea. Eww, it's so gross!! I want to spill it out but I can't! ... (to be continued)

He was swaying like a ship in a storm. ​"Home," I agreed, my head spinning as the cool AC of the club hit my damp skin. ​Mateo stood up, nearly knocking over a bottle of tonic. He looked at us, his eyes barely staying open. "Driver’s outside. All of you. Get in the car. I’m... I’m paying for the hangover, too." ​As we piled into Mateo’s massive luxury van—a tangle of limbs, messy hair, and the scent of expensive gin—the city of BGC sped past us in a kaleidoscope of lights. We were a mess. We were unprofessional. We were completely, beautifully wasted.

Staff Sergeant Kira Martin slipped on her dress and tried to smooth out the wrinkles, but they were a lost cause. At least the cum stain from last night had disappeared, courtesy of a travel-sized bottle of stain remover in the toiletries basket. Fancy hotel rooms apparently came well-stocked for situations like this, and gosh.. Just thinking about last night, it make her horny again as hell. Knight, the name of her partner last night (if its really his name) had effectively ruined her for one-night stands from here on out.