Trashy Novels & Stories

“You haven’t texted him back, have you?” I shake my head. “What am I supposed to say? Todd is the biggest dick I know, which is ironic considering his dick wasn’t actually all that big in real life, and now I’m here, back home with Mommy and Daddy, not sure what to do with my life. Though sitting here, eating my weight in junk food and watching trashy reality TV seems like a good way to go out.”

Tristan let out a loud, barking laugh, pointing a finger directly at the card. "A prop!" Tristan scoffed, his voice ringing out loud enough for the entire ballroom to hear. "You actually bought a prop!" He looked around the room, his arrogant smirk returning in full force as he tried to rally the crowd back to his side. "Do you see how pathetic this is? A fake black card! You can buy novelty metal cards like that on the internet for fifty bucks. Did you honestly think you could just drop a heavy piece of metal on the table and we'd actually believe you have five million dollars?"

It’s been three days since I started talking to Jason on my socials, he asks questions trying to know more about me. Asking about my family, where I am from, where I’m based. Coincidentally, we stay in the same city, just few miles away from each other. He spams me with his pictures, always shirtless, and he has nice worked out abs and chest. He also has a cute face, and a nice voice. We make midnight calls, talking for hours, mostly dirty talks. Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos.

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Raucous laughter erupted among the crowd. "Why are you still being so stubborn, Justin?" Hunter sneered. "Even your girlfriend belongs to me now. You're truly nothing more than a piece of trash after you lost the support of your family." Justin's patience snapped upon hearing Hunter's words, though no one could discern which insult was the one that pushed Justin over the edge. He cursed aloud before driving his fist into Hunter's face. "Fuck! How dare you hit me? Teach him a lesson he won't forget!" Many of Hunter's lackeys leaped in and joined the fray upon hearing his orders.

The crib was empty, and everything was gone. Even our wedding portrait had been taken down. The room held nothing of mine except the faint trace of my scent still lingering on the pillow. Every sign that I had ever existed in this house had been erased. I had been desperate enough to wipe away every last trace, to leave him with nothing to hold onto. Jasper slid down the side of the bed and crumpled onto the floor, clutching the pillow to his chest. His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face.

About three trash cans were standing by one another. She tried to check for the labels if probably they sorted each trash for recycling but it did not look so, as none of the trash cans was labeled. She took out the content of the first one and started running her hand through the trash bags. There were about six trash bags in the first trash can and when she had released all the content of all six on the floor and ran her hands through all the dirty stuff, she could not find her clothes. She brought out the trash bags in the second trash can and Vanessa arrived at that moment. She stood over Kaylee and smiled when she saw the trash that was already on the floor.

"How can you bring a slut to an important function? Just because she is putting on an expensive dress and makeup doesn't make her any better. Look at her son, she doesn't fit in. She doesn't belong here. What were you thinking when you brought her here? Do you want to embarrass us? Take her away in an instant before your father gets here." Everyone kept quiet and Beatrice look bored from the whole thing. Alex held an apologetic look and I suddenly felt stupid for wasting my precious time to impress this horrible woman only to be embarrassed in front of everyone.

“ Ok, I’m ready, “ I say to an empty porch. I got dressed in my usual jeans and a flannel. It was my casual and fancy wear. “ Over here, “ he calls. I walk out and look around a bit. All I see are beautiful evergreen trees and a few cherry trees, bushes, and tall green grass. We didn’t bother to cut the grass since we owned such a big plot of land. He appears beside me in my peripheral vision smoking a cigarette. I glare at him again. “ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like th