Trashy Town Book Novels & Stories

It's like a painful way life helps me reuse and recycle my sadness, if you know what I mean. Gabrielle struts in sassily in her usual bossy manner and she is quickly joined by those snakes she calls her friends, Mia, Alicia and Tracy. The four of them together are the reason I hate school. Four psychopathic children roaming around a supposedly sane environment and they claim school is safe place. Liars! "Hey looser, can you move to the other side? I don't want people staring at us at the same time. It's disgraceful!" Elle taunts and as usual her dumb friends laugh like she'd just said the world's funniest joke. Crazy dimwits.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

Trish had to carry the market bags, which got heavier and heavier as the trek through the city progressed. Along with the stops to buy food, Eve also wanted to go into several bookstores. She remembered that she wanted Trish to learn how to give massages. She showed several books to her servant, asking her which one was the best for her to figure out what she needed to do. Trish picked the book she thought would be the easiest to understand and follow. Eve picked up a second book about erotic partner massage and handed two Florins to her servant. Trish had to stand in line at the cash register and pay for the two books. She got a very strange look from the store clerks when she showed them w

I just picked one at random and went back to my bed. I didn’t even read the title of the book. I just opened in on a random page and began to read it. Moonlit Shadows Amidst the towering skyscrapers of the city, nestled within an alley forgotten by time, stood an abandoned building. Its once vibrant facade had succumbed to the embrace of decay, and its grandeur had faded to mere whispers in the wind. But this building held secrets, secrets that called out to those who dared to listen.

Neutral Territory is one of the most disgusting towns in-well probably the entire world. It was the first to fall when the alphas started fighting each other twelve years ago and in the time that followed, it became the place where everyone just dumps dead bodies. The buildings miraculously haven't been burned down or seriously damaged because no one comes here. The smell alone is enough to ward off everyone. There are scavengers. Birds and coyotes looking for their next meal. This place is stirring up all kinds of negative emotions.

It was just enough to keep him alive and nowhere near enough to allow him to feel like a vampire again. ~ The sun isn't shining too bright today. A few white fluffy clouds float through the sky. The weather is warm, and the breeze is gentle, but every now and then, there's a gust that brings with it a certain smell that tells Grayson a storm is on its way. Grayson sits under the large shade tree. His back leans against the tree as he turns the page and begins reading a new chapter. The stand was amazing, and Grayson swears that by the end of the year, he will have owned every Stephen King book in paperback after reading the talisman. The book is so addicting to him. It's drawing him in and h

“Like what?” “The club girls.” Darcie shrugged. “They can be a bit full on. The first time I came here with Havoc, one pressed her tits against the window of his truck while we were kissing and then offered to suck his dick. They are desperate to get a property patch of their own and it makes them a little…” she searched for the right word, a wide smile on her face. “skanky.” My laughter joined hers. Yeah, skanky was the right word.

I was from Saint town and alpha was Alpha Saul, he was also the Leader of Saint town. When I was little, in the orphanage home, the caretakers told us stories about the other side of the town, it was a whole community on its own. It was called the Stray town. The tales told it was a town for the strongest of our kind, but others said it was the dwelling of the most mischievous and ambitious of our kind. The rich and powerful dwelt there. They were all red werewolves. The most powerful wolves ever lived.

No one was likely to come scavenging after me. *** I’d been scrapping for about six months when I pulled up to a promising pile of junk before a two-story white home with blue trim on Hyland Avenue. After a quick once-over, however, I decided to leave because like many other homes this one had boxes of books on its curb for disposal, which always depressed me. Despite not having read anything since losing my job, it still saddened me to encounter discarded books.

“I am unfamiliar with where you came from, but I know very well where you are now. You are nestled in the Catskill Mountains just west of Monticello, New York near a little spoken of town called Honeyville. Master Rowan had this castle built well over a century ago as a place to lay his head when he was in this country. It is a lovely home with 44 rooms, 32 stairwells, 18 fireplaces and 21 chimneys, all hewn from hand-mixed reinforced concrete in a blend of medieval, Byzantine, and Gothic styles. When you are feeling better, perhaps you would like a tour.” “I was in Philadelphia,” Jasper muttered with despair. “I belong in Philadelphia. My work is there. My home…” “Your home is now he