Trashy の小説・ストーリー

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

My hands shook as I mashed out: wrong person wrong person wrong person Then I tried to delete it. Pressed delete. Confirmed. The message disappeared from my side of the screen… but not from Sebastian's. The chat now read: You deleted a message. Fuck!!! What have I just done!! I was already typing a long "wrong number" text when my heart skipped a beat as I saw… Read receipt. 1:14 AM.

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

Shaurya already removed his hand but there was a devilish smile on his face. "Excuse me, did you do that on purpose?" "Why? Don't you like it? Italy, right? I know you like such touches." "Mr. Do you understand what you are saying? Or are you just out of your mind?" "Oh, wild cat. Will you be the same wild in bed too? Come on. Don't try to put on a good mask. I know, you like such stuff and it's normal there in your place." Shaurya licked his lower lip and gave an ugly smirk to Myra. Unfortunately he was not ready for the impact.

My doom! *****

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

A few days after Lanna's funeral I was walking with Desert beside the lake, "So. when do you plan on marking me?" Desert asked holding my hand and making me chuckle, "Hmmm, so eager aren't we?" "Yes" "Ok, how about I take you to dinner tonight, then we make it official" Desert didn't say anything, "Err or we can wait, it's not a problem," I say confused "No, can you smell that?" I sniff the air "Blood" "Yes" "Come on" We follow the smell, it leads us through the trees and there nailed to a tree, with blood dripping into a pool on the floor is Jimmy.

Tristan growled, wiping the blood on the corner of his lips, smirking sinfully, the fight was electrifying him to bring out his potential. “Need a hand?” Persephone asked, stretching her arms before joining Randall and others. “Don’t mock me.” Tristan hissed, scoffing, not liking her teasing and turned to Huzefa who came to attack him but Tristan curled his lips upward, exhaling. “Perish one’s soul, portent of death- Black Shuck.” Tristan vanished Ahuizotl and brought Black Shuck. Huzefa didn’t notice the change of air and came to attack Tristan but expressing a vile grin, Tristan glared at Huzefa.

I waved back. "She's taking your job," Daniel told her. "Oh, thank God!" She said, throwing her hands up in the air. Her reaction surprised me, seeing as people don't normally celebrate once they've fired. "Word of advice," she said, her face getting serious as she warned me, "I'm convinced these men you're looking for turned into zombies. Your only job should be to warn these guys so we can get prepared for the apocalypse." She was dead serious. "Zombies eat brains, Arra. You're safe," Daniel said, moving her out of the room.

“And I want you to stop calling me that.” “Oh, please,” Sasha laughed the words out and continued to chew her bubble gum. “Listen here, let me teach you something that you may never learn in school. The thing about trash is that whatever you do to it, it remains trash. You can paint it nicely or put it in another bag; you can dress it up in expensive stuff and even put perfume on it, but it would always be freaking trash.”