Ukuran Trash Bag Novels & Stories

Camilla George is a young singer at a local bar, who has everything going for her at her pace, but her life took a huge turn when she bumped into her doppelganger in a mall one day, but only if that was all. She was proposed to marry her fiance. How could she marry the fiance of a girl, who looked just like her? How was she supposed to cope? Did you think she was going to agree to the setup? EXCERPT: “Why are you messing around with me? Your job is just look pretty, and be my wife!” the cold man rumbled while glaring at Camilla, and a heavy sigh escaped her lips. “And that is what I have been doing, Mr. Sanders!” she rattled, but the man hissed, not believing it. “No, you have been doing more. You had been seducing me, and snugging into my mind!” he accused. “Was that a bad thing? So did you mean I should go away?” Camilla asked, meeting the man's fiery gaze, and she sucked in air when the man's hot palm touched her back. “No, even if you do, I am going to find you with my last breath, because you need to take responsibility for me,” he says. “So what happened to the no falling in love rule,” Camilla asked with a solemn look. “Trash it!” he says, crashing his lips on hers.

I'm the daughter of Don Falcone. After I got back from studying abroad, my family threw a welcome-home banquet, conveniently setting me up to meet the fiancé my father had handpicked for me—Santino Moretti. My father praised the guy to the skies in his letters: he was the heir to the Moretti family, elegant, ruthless, drop-dead gorgeous, and holding half the city’s underground operations in the palm of his hand. I arrived at the Elysium Hotel right on the dot. Just as I was about to take a seat, a hand shoved me hard. A woman's shrill voice pierced my ear. "Livia, what's a Sicilian peasant like you doing here? This is the Imperial Suite. Do you think you even deserve to breathe the air in a place like this?" I recognized the woman. It was Bella, a bitch who had always had it out for me back in college. She was clearly trying to humiliate me. Instead of getting mad, I smirked. "Whether I deserve to be here or not—is that for you to decide?" Bella sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm Mr. Santino's personal assistant. Today, Mr. Santino is hosting the eldest daughter of the Falcone family here. This isn't an occasion for bottom-feeding trash like you." "Be smart and crawl back to your slum." I pulled out my phone and dialed my so-called fiancé. I wanted to ask him if it was a tradition in the Moretti family to let their dogs bark at the front door.

Two years into my marriage with Don Dante, my ex came back. Julian, the man who shattered my heart five years ago. He announced he was getting engaged. And he wanted me as his mistress. "I know I hurt you," he said. "My family looks down on mob ties. It was never going to work. But now? I'm marrying Tiffany. I'm taking over the family empire. I can finally afford to keep you." I just sneered at him. "Did it ever occur to you that I might be married?" He scoffed. "What decent family would have you? The daughter of a mob underboss? Don't be ridiculous." His arrogance made me sick. When I refused, he slapped a black card on the table. Told me to buy whatever I wanted. He said he'd pick me up next week. That we could spend every weekend tangled up in his bed. I spat on the floor at his feet. "Get him out," I told my guard. "And take his trash with him." He didn't get it. Not then. But he would. The moment he found out who I married. I didn't just marry anyone. I married the king of the Chicago underworld. A man he could never touch. And when he finally figured it out, he lost his goddamn mind.

An accident occurred during my graduation trip, causing me to get my left leg amputated. Surprisingly enough, Britney Lambert, the campus belle whom I had a crush on, proposed to me afterward. We were married for the next 30 years. Throughout our marriage, we respected and concerned each other properly. Before I passed away, I found out that all 199 love letters that I had written were thrown into the trash pile. Meanwhile, Britney kept the love letters another person had sent her in a safe. Obviously, she treated those letters like her most cherished treasure. When my illness took a turn for the worse, I could only lie on my sickbed with one foot in my grave. Britney arrived at my ward later than usual. Before I closed my eyes, I heard the final words she uttered to me. "Next time, don't save me anymore." I finally understood her real feelings for me. She'd rather die than be with me, it seemed. When I wake up again, I've returned to the timeframe before the graduation trip starts. This time, I decide not to have anything to do with Britney. We shall be strangers in this lifetime. But when the accident occurs once again, Britney is the one rushing toward me. "It's my turn to save you now."

I thought I had found my forever with Daniel, the man I loved for four years, the one who promised me a future. But my dreams shattered the night I was supposed to get engaged. Instead of a proposal, I was met with betrayal. Daniel arrived at our anniversary dinner, with another woman on his arm. His fiancé. It was Catherine, my worst nightmare, the woman who made my life hell in college. “Did you really think I could love someone like you?!” Daniel sneered. Humiliated, broken, and cast aside like trash, I barely survived. But just when I thought my suffering had reached its peak, I discovered a shocking truth… I was finally pregnant with Daniel’s child after having a difficult time conceiving. Before I could tell him, a mysterious and dangerous man appeared, offering me protection. “You cannot go back to the life you had before,” he warned. “I’m the only one who can help you.” But why should I trust a stranger? Who is he, and what does he know about Daniel that I don’t? Trapped between a ruthless ex-fiancé and a man shrouded in secrets, I must uncover the truth before it’s too late. Because the man I once loved is not who I thought he was. And the stranger who claims to protect me… might just be the most dangerous one of all.

Being the granddaughter and only blood relative of one of the most powerful Alphas alive should've made Samara the princess of her pack if not heir to the Alpha throne — adored, protected, and living the dream every female werewolf craves. But that wasn't the case with Samara. Why? Well because she's the product of two bloodlines that should never have crossed paths, an abomination — a curse in wolf form. And this led to her being shipped off to a distant pack at a very young age, where she grew up as nothing more than a slave and lowly omega, a punching bag for those who thought she didn't belong, because she doesn't. Just when she thought life couldn't get any worse, she discovers her grandfather's cruel plan to marry her off to strengthen alliances. Desperate for freedom, Samara runs away, guided only by her wolf and the hope of a new beginning. But fate is never kind to the cursed. Her escape leads her straight into the territory of her mate — a cold, ruthless Alpha who would rather spill her blood than claim her. And to make things worse, she isn't just fighting for her life… she's fighting for his heart against the Beta who already owns it. What do you think will happen when Lucian, her mate, discovers the deadly and powerful secret of her bloodline? And what about when she meets George — Lucian's rival and sworn enemy — and realizes how wildly her heart beats for him, how intensely her body craves him? Who do you think she'll end up with… that is, if she gets a happily ever after?

On our wedding anniversary, I canceled all my meetings and made a reservation at a restaurant. That evening, my wife, the renowned investigative journalist Amaya Shaw, called me. “Efim, I’m sorry! I just received a tip from a source. It’s urgent. “It involves inside information about a well-known company. I have to go verify it immediately!” But the next day, I saw that Javor Furey, the junior she had brought along, had posted a collage on his social media. The central photo showed Amaya wearing a childish birthday hat. Her head was pressed against Javor’s, as they made a wish together in front of a cake covered in candles. This was the caption. [Thanks, my dear Ms. Shaw! Even in the midst of her busy schedule chasing big stories, she remembered to give me this surprise birthday!] [Chasing big stories.] I stared at those three words. Then, I glanced at the limited-edition bag on our dining table. It was the one she had been raving about for half a year. It was the anniversary gift I had prepared for her. I felt absurd. I commented just two words under that post. [How touching.] Her call came in almost the second I hit send. She sounded furious. “Efim, do you have to be so sarcastic? “It’s just an anniversary. How old are you? Why are you still celebrating such childish anniversaries?” From our first year of marriage to the present, her “tip-offs from informants” and “special circumstances” always took precedence over our promises. This time, she could not even be bothered to come up with a plausible excuse. I did not say anything. I hung up and blocked her number. This marriage was over.

Being a Vampires pet is a fate no Human wants to endure… I was 6 years old when my parents were killed and I was taken to the pet store. A 6 year old cannot make choices for herself, so why am I punished for something my parents did? This question haunts me. Instead of playing outside with other kids, I was groomed and trained to obey my Master… I was to be the perfect pet. A maid, a sexual partner, a nurse, a blood bag… Anything my Master wanted, that was what I was expected to give. Obedience… That is what the Ringmaster prided herself on with her selection. She didn't get so lucky with me. Madame Vienna and I clashed hardcore. I learned quickly not to speak out of turn, but it didn't stop me from throwing a snarky remark here and there when I felt that I was healed enough to handle another punishment. This may be the only reason I lasted so long without being sold. But my time had come. I was on display for the world to see. Tattered and torn, but it didn't seem to matter to the man with the rose gold eyes who made the Vampires tremble without even saying a single word… What kind of creature was he to cause this type of reaction in an apex predator? I clenched my eyes shut as he brought me to the counter to check out. "Come, Ambrosia." The man purred after a moment. Shaking, I followed him, trying to take in any and every small detail of the outside world… "You can do this. Pretend it's just a bad dream… You know how to survive." I whispered to myself, as I followed my new Master to what was sure to be my death.

Liam Holstin no longer expects to find his mate. After seven years, it's unlikely that she's out there. He was ready to take a Guardian as his mate, but he lost the woman he wanted to another Alpha. Now he must decide if he wants to take a mate that isn't worthy to be his Luna or continue running the pack alone. Rather than deal with his Luna issue, he buries himself in finding the Banished Beta, Eli Gunnar. The man that killed his mother. He will hunt him down and this time, Eli will not get away. Angel Bennis got her wolf on her 10th birthday when most werewolves get their wolves. However, her parents realized that her wolf was a Guardian. Rather than allow their daughter to be enslaved by their Alpha and forced to reject her mate to remain in the pack as the Alpha's protector, they chose to become rogue. After 6 years on the run, her family was attacked by vampires and both of her parents were killed. When the vampires realize she is a Guardian, they take her as a gift for the vampire prince. There she is kept as a blood bag for 7 long years. She is only able to escape when hunters raid the vampire's coven. The hunters mistake her for a human and she takes the opportunity to escape. On the run, she crosses into Liam's territory. Exhausted and near death, she finds that her mate is the Alpha of the pack. But she's been running from Alphas her entire life to avoid being forced into a bond she doesn't want. When the vampires come for Angel, will Liam be able to convince her that she is everything he has ever wanted in a mate or will he lose her forever.

I spend ten years helping my fiancé fight and claw his way to the top. Finally, he becomes the head of the local mafia. But once he has everything, he falls for another woman. Suddenly, he wants nothing to do with the promise he made to marry me. Just as he boasts about throwing her the wedding of the century, one of his men can't hold back his confusion. "Olivia stood by you through everything. Weren't you crazy about her? And now you're marrying someone else?" Joshua Harding snuffs out his cigarette, slowly turning the silver couple's ring he shares with Abigail Mauser between his fingers. "Olivia?" He scoffs. "She's got blood on her hands. How could she ever compare to my sweet, innocent Abigail?" The subordinate hesitates. "But Olivia's sharp. If she finds out and turns against you, then what?" Joshua frowns before smirking coldly. "Belcove is completely under my control. It's not like I'll lose it without her around." Little does he know I'm standing outside and listening to every word. I drop the medicine I brought him into the trash and pull out my phone. I text his biggest rival, Michael Sheridan. "Want Joshua's turf and his life? I'm handing them to you!"