Trashy Town Book Novels & Stories

Lucas is now thirty-two, he was the local firefighter everyone relied on, his easy smile hiding the scars from a recent warehouse blaze that nearly ended his career. We'd known each other since high school, but tonight, volunteering at the town's Christmas tree lighting event, the air felt thicker, charged with the scent of pine and fresh snow. I handed up the shimmering strand, my fingers grazing his callused palm, a spark jumping between us. Twenty-nine now, I'd returned to our small town after a failed engagement in the city, taking over my aunt's bakery to rebuild my life.

I smile just enough not to ruin the moment, but I don’t say anything, because the truth is different, because I don’t want to be her best friend, I never wanted to be just that, even if I’ve pretended for so long that it was enough. But I also didn’t have the guts to do anything when I should have, when I still had the chance, and now it’s too late, now the best girl I know is with an idiot. And there’s nothing I can do about it. ⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and

And what was worse, he is a married man with a daughter. LET ME KNOW IF YOU ARE EXCITED TO READ IT! I need a maximum word for publishing this chapter, so it is repeated. ATTENTION TO ALL MY READERS! I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! PART TWO FOR THE TRIPLETS GAME IS UPCOMING! TITLE : BLIND DATE WITH CHAD MACMILLER BLURB : The triplet sex game ended. The debt was paid. But for Chad Macmiller, the real fight is just beginning. His brother Thane took everything — his company, his power, his name — by starting a new triplet game with deadlier rules. Chad was foolish enough to play.

But if things went wrong—and knowing my luck, something would—I didn’t want to pull them into the trouble that would follow. My gaze fell on the trashy romance novel sitting on the front seat. It was objectively terrible; bad grammar, weak plotting, and things happened far too easily for the heroine. I’d devoured it in a single night. It was trash, but it was delicious trash. The heroine had auctioned off her virginity to the mafia to pay for her father’s debts and ended up being ‘oversold’ to three brooding Alphas all vying for her attention and favors.

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

But now, not only they tried to manipulate her - her boyfriend, her trusted man threw her here. 'This freaking unfair world. I will kill everyone.' Dumping inside the novel with nothing but an injury, they expected her to attain such glory using the same method. The setting was pretty obvious. The level-up labels, the sorry arse town brink to collapse. Wan couldn't be more obvious than this, for god's sake. And right now they were in front of the freaking massive garden located at the corner of the town, far from civilians like some social rejects. The garden could cover the whole football stadium and the lone mansion was the center of it.

Chapter 1: Every day is the same. Place: City, Anywhere United States of America. The thrift store smelled of sweaty bodies, dust, and mothballs. The sunny weather had brought people out of their houses now that the snow had started to melt. Murry thought that the store was busier than usual for a Wednesday. He wrinkled his nose as he finished emptying his cart of books onto the empty shelves.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

CONTENT WARNING: Blackmail sex, group sex (MMF), public/semi-public sex on school grounds, oral sex, vaginal sex, creampie, foot fetish, humiliation, degradation, filming without explicit consent. CHAPTER ONE Stone buildings older than anything on the estate. Green fields going on forever. Kids in blazers with actual crests on them. The car park was Range Rovers and BMWs. Not a single Corsa. 'Fuckin' hell,' Mason muttered. 'This is where posh kids go?'

"Oh, no, I went over there to see a little hot redhead. I said with a hand moving up to my mouth. He and William chuckled and said My dog! Was she good? Wade asked. I thought about her. I am not lying. In my thoughts, she was fucking fantastic, so yeah, she was good. Fuck yeah, in my mind I thought. I need to not think about her. We had small talk. I heard William say I heard a rumor about Cherry and Savannah didn't come with the girls. But they are coming tomorrow,” he said. I saw Wade was quiet, and I knew he was listening to William about that girl he likes to tease and picks on. I saw the wants and desires of that girl. But then I remembered the book on her bed (The Arts Submission). Wha