Trashy Town Book Novels & Stories

Final Thoughts: As you embark on this reading journey, I invite you to immerse yourself in the world I have created. Let your imagination run wild, and allow yourself to experience the adventures that await. I hope this story brings you joy, excitement, and perhaps even a new perspective. Thank you for choosing to read my work, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts! All my love, Samiat Owoyemi Author/Creator of the Town

Yet… even after all that security, I felt vulnerable and defeated as the memories of the people being slaughtered and sheer demonic violence rushed into my head as I leafed through the burnt pages of that book. The book was last rented by a girl preparing for the medical entrance exam to bring her family out of poverty and permanently shift to Arginieth to have a better life. Seems this was the last book she would ever rent. Not just her body, but her dreams and the future of her family buried under this debris with this book. I looked at the sky and took a deep breath. “What’s the point?” I mumbled to myself as I threw the book back into the mountain of debris, which had once been a temple

Since I didn't know it was him from the day we swapped phones. Instead, I loved the Milo Beckett that came from his town called Cheshire. I loved how humble he is with such accomplishment. I adored the guy who kept making me laugh, telling me corny jokes, poking fun at me when he teases me naughtily, and that Milo Beckett he shows to me when we are together.

“Not yet. This isn’t active distortion. It’s leftover. Residual.” “So what now?” Austin asked. Mia stood slowly. “We go to the library.” The Library – A Book That Writes Itself We hadn’t been back since the palace’s memory bent beneath us. The shelves were taller. The dust... thicker. But the whispers were louder. And then we saw it. A book on the central pedestal. Blank. Until Mia touched it. Words appeared—ink rising to the surface like blood in water. It wrote: “This chapter already happened.” Then:

6 star rating out of 596 reviews. ********************* Harley: The Outlaw Chronicles: Book One - Completed - A Secret Romance in an Outlaw MC! Harley was the product of an affair. After her mother died, she decided to make contact with her father, Ron Hale, a criminal and leader of a felon-filled, biker outlaw club, The Savage Scorpions. After months of virtual communication, she decides to visit him in his small Californian town of Pleasant-Tree-Ville. When she arrives, she gets less than a warm welcome from the other SS members. As the days pass, she starts forming friendships, bonds and something a little more with Alexander Coates, Her father's second-in-command... and best friend. It'

Emma later went upstairs to her brother's room. James' room was filled with things that he had insisted on carrying from Mina's place. He adores his things and wishes to take them with him wherever he goes. Emma faked a gasp seeing the room. On the bed, the blankets were covered by plushies and coloring books while color packs were laid on the nightstand unevenly. Mina had spoiled him a lot. Emma began to organize her brother's belongings. She placed the plushies on the bed, and neatly stacked the coloring books and packs on the nightstand. When she finished, she stood back and felt a warm wave of nostalgia wash over her.

The bridge crumbled behind me, but I stopped myself from looking back and just kept running until I burst through the door at the end, and suddenly, I was standing in the middle of an empty street. “Crownshaven.” I murmured to myself. But not the version I remembered. This one was burning. Ash drifted like snow. Buildings groaned, hollowed out and blackened. The moon above was full and blood red, bleeding light onto a town that looked like it had been chewed up and spit out by the apocalypse. And then I noticed the bodies scattered all around me. Ryker, Reina, Odessa, Allen. Even the raven was scorched and crumpled.

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.

The silence was punctuated only by our quiet murmurs, our shared yearning for a past we never knew, a future we desperately wished for. Later, amidst the twisted metal and rubble, James stumbled upon a tattered book, its cover mostly torn away, revealing only a few words—'The Chronicles of Atheria'. The title alone conjured images of a world far removed from our own, a place of magic and wonder, of brave knights and epic quests. The pages, brittle with age and decay, contained fragmented stories, glimpses of a civilization that had flourished before the catastrophe. It spoke of vibrant cities, of advanced technology, and of a society that lived in harmony with its environment.

To her, that was worse than death. "Too bad, it's not up to you." Donovan waved, ordering, "Exile them to the Wastelands. They are never to set foot in any packs again." The Wastelands were a barren, desolate region in Northmere—no food, no water, only howling winds and savage beasts. Being sent there was synonymous with a death sentence. The Gamma warriors stepped forward, dragging the mentally shattered Falcon and the struggling Julia out like rugs. Walter remained collapsed on the floor, watching his son being taken away. After a night, he looked decades older.