Dally From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

A: Hey are you awake? D: Yeah angel are you home yet? A: Been home but I wasn't texting for that D: What's going on? Did you need anything? A: Could you come over? There is no other way to say this but i'm in trouble and I need help D: I will be there soon. Lock your doors and stay away from the door. I will let you know it is me and then you can unlock the door and let me in. A: Ok. Thanks Dice

She withdrew her feet and let the cold bite at her skin once again. Dallion, who had been resting with his eyes closed, felt the subtle movement. How stubborn, he thought to himself. She could have asked for the blanket, but instead, she chose to endure the cold. It seemed to him like a suitable punishment for his little mouse. He watched her body curl tighter against the chill. Rising quietly from the bed, Dallion crossed the room to the window, where he closed the curtains, shutting out the cold draft. He picked up a cigar from the table, lighting it with practiced ease. Stepping out onto the balcony, he looked out at the city below, the quiet hum of the streets and the distant sound of th

I sneer coldly. He tumbles out of the car, looking dazed. The car peels off, leaving the lone figure behind.

If she knew that I spoke to them she’ll freak out and probably be disappointed about me breaking my promise to her. Almost immediately the atmosphere became really charged up with murmurs and star struck whispers. “They’re here” jasmine said turning her attention to the double doors. “Who’s here?” “The Daleton boys” she said with a slight shiver making me turn my attention to the doors to find them all standing together with blank expressions on their faces. My eyes met with grayson’s and he gave a raised eyebrow to that causing me to immediately look away.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

Even Charlie enjoyed it. After the night ended, Dax and Derek decided to head home. At least they were safe, and I was starting to think about getting back into practice. I dialed Dale’s number and waited a few minutes before he answered. "Are you feeling better now?" he asked. "Much better," I replied. "That’s good. It seems like being with your friends helped," Dale said. My patience with him was wearing thin. "Don’t start with me," I warned him. "I’m calling in a favor."

The year my son Adrian Fuller was born, I started learning how to raise him properly. Knowing his reserved nature, I handpicked four adopted daughters to watch over and protect him. I poured a decade of heart, soul, and resources into their upbringing; each grew up to be ruthless and fully capable of handling anything on their own. Over the years, Adrian's life was indeed smooth-sailing under the tight protection of his four older sisters. That was until I got a desperate call for help from Adrian one day. "Dad, help me... Someone cornered me in the restroom to beat me up..." When I rushed to the school, I found Adrian huddled in the corner of the restroom, half his school uniform torn

Right before graduation, my three childhood friends, Xavier Reid, Silas Moore, and Caspian Ward, asked me to play Truth or Dare with them. I drew a dare in the very first round. My adopted sister, Vivian Sloane, asked if I'd be willing to give up the job offer I already had and go work in another city with them. Xavier, the childhood friend I'd been secretly in love with for years, even promised that if I came with them, we'd become mates once we were settled in our jobs. I said yes. That night, with everyone watching, I turned down my dream job. Xavier kissed my forehead and promised he would never let me down. On graduation day, once the ceremony was over, I'd meant to go tell them that I'

Dale. Dale is like the school's heartthrob, catching every girl's eye with his tall frame, fair skin, captivating eyes, smooth voice, and physique that could make anyone do a double take. But, just to be clear, that doesn't include me. Now, I'm bringing up Dale because every girl falling for his charm becomes my sworn enemy. Dale and I go way back, not in a romantic way, though. We're neighbors, classmates, and childhood buddies, I guess. It's hard to put a label on what Dale and I are. And it's weird; whenever I'm in trouble, he shows up like my personal superhero, saves the day, and then ghosts me like it's no big deal. Besides those random heroic moments, we don't talk much.

The old man said and smiles at me which I find now super creepy. Fuck! Even if he gives me all his assets I still don't want to be his boy for a month. I don't need his money. Until now, I still have the black card that Luciano gave me and I can use it and spend it whenever I want. I didn't use the black card though and instead of living like a rich kid, I did a part-time job as a waiter here in La Lena Cafe. I’m trying to live my life as simple as I can be. I want to experience a normal teenager’s life. I want to spend all the money that I really worked for. I don't know but I feel an insurmountable joy and happiness at the thought that I am using my hard-earned money and it's not coming fr