Trashy Town Book Novels & Stories

A backstabbing ingrate! Another crisp smack echoed harshly in the empty hall. The other side of Jim's face quickly swelled up. I didn't look at him again. My icy gaze passed right through him and landed directly on Anne, who was cowering behind him. I walked up to her slowly and looked down at her. As I loomed over her, I smirked coldly. My voice was gentle as I said, "How kind-hearted you are, Annie. You can even happily pick up the trash that I, Cecilia Forrest, throw away. Not only that, you've even managed to create a 'miracle of love' with it."

Then slowly, he set his fork down and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. "My favorite book is about a girl who always wanted to go to Venus," He began slowly. "She thought the planet matched her name, and always believed it was connected to her somehow. She'd talk about it all the time, make colorful paintings, and hold it dear like it was her destiny." Calla leaned forward slightly, listening attentively as he continued.

It was the kind of dust that suggested the shelves hadn't been touched in a long time, that their previous occupant had simply walked away, leaving their mark behind. Her hand moved across the shelf, sweeping and dusting it. With each swipe, she uncovered more dust, more layers of a life that had been left behind. It was strange, the way the dust seemed to hold onto things, refusing to let go. Then, with a soft, dry scratching sound, her fingers brushed against something solid at the very back of the shelf. A book.

He slapped my face lightly, then harder. The slap stung. "You think you can just jerk off after I told you no? You are my toy now. My dirty little slut. You do as I say." I swallowed. “I am your dirty little slut,” he said, “say it after me, you whore.” My gade flickered to his face. "I am your dirty little slut," I repeated the words that made my spent cock start to fill with blood again. Michael smiled coldly. "Say it louder." I blinked.

The final forty-eight hours of Serena Moretti’s freedom were a feverish dream of desperate joy and suffocating sorrow. Time, once a steady river, had become a torrential flood, threatening to sweep away the only piece of her heart that still beat with genuine warmth. She spent every waking second with Sarah. They became a single shadow drifting through the cold, echoing halls of the Moretti estate. Serena carved out a sanctuary for them, a world where the word "Volkov" didn't exist and the shadow of their father’s cruelty couldn't reach. They ordered mounds of food, Chinese takeout, cheesy burgers, piles of colorful donuts, spreading it all out like a feast for two queens about to lose their

"A very long time ago, Xinjiang province was known to be the land of prosperity and happiness but a single mistake washed it all away. The whole story revolves around the Devil's book. The Devil's book has the world's knowledge of dark arts, cure for every curse and everything a man could ever want to know." "It was stolen by a man in order to satisfy his selfish needs. It is said that with the help of that book, he did something awful to a girl whom he used to love. He always used the knowledge of the book to harm people. As a result, one day people caught him red handed amidst performing rituals to charm a girl and attacked him, he ran for his life with the book and immediately hid the boo

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She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

I can't stop thinking about everything, from the cave to Gabriel being my mate and then to saving the people. It is starting to become so depressing especially since I don't even have a clue where to find the moonstone. I have finished my mom's book and I haven't found anything useful again apart from the handwritten poem at the back. With everything worth sacrificing, I chose my own flesh. Out of the weak comes the strong And out of the strong comes the mighty. The purest of all. White as snow, pure as the blood in her veins. The war is coming. At the strike of the snow on the ground.