Dally From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

They were my daddies and I was their little girl. The End

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

My fingers shook slightly as I wrapped the scarf around my head, making sure only my eyes were visible. We quietly slipped out of the maid quarters and exited through the back door, cold night air brushed against my face. She dragged a broken ladder and placed it beside the tall fence. “Climb it and be free,” she said softly. “Don’t look back. Just keep running.” I looked at her with gratitude. “You helped me today,” I said quietly. “I will never forget you.” Suddenly…. Aloud gunshot exploded through the air, warm blood splattered across my face. My eyes widened in shock as the maid’s body dropped to the ground beside me.

“But Dale doesn’t! And he’s in control. We can’t trust him; we’re on our own except for Wade and Charlie.” Daisy pouted the whole time she rifled through her new closet and found none of her usual exercise clothes. She was forced to take the running outfits provided, which consisted of tight fitting pants and a sports bra. She didn’t even have any T-Shirts left. At least the new clothes fit her and were somewhat in her taste, if pushing the limits of her comfort somewhat. She stepped outside the house to find almost everyone already waiting for the run. It was strangely comforting, though she didn’t understand why. “Our pack loves us.” Daisy offered happily.

he begs holding onto my hands. "I'm here, I'm with you at every step of the way, we will manage this together" I say soothingly, I kiss on his forehead, he shuts his eyes relishing the sensation. "Sing to me, Daisy" his sudden request stops my hand mid air. Once upon a time Not so long ago Tommy used to work on the docks Union's been on strike, he's down on his luck It's tough, so tough Gina works the diner all day Working for her man

The day light crept slowly on the sloppy hill which was once homes to deer mouses, racoons, grass cutters, snakes and rabbit, but slowly became deserted by the Advent of pouchers. Dale kept running, the frequent leaping she performed trying to dodge the holes weakened her, but she was determined to survive. She leaped and her feet got stuck, she crashed to the ground. "Oh-no!" Dale cried and looked back for updates. Her counterparts were gaining on her, so she lay still at the spot she had fallen. "John! Don't you think she escaped already? And we gotta go back? I'm so tired, just lets gerrrouta here. " Bill called out to John already slowing down.

“They said it's on the southern border, Leslie went missing, Carl wouldn't give me clear reasons. My life keeps following this cycle. I’ve never felt complete for once in this st*pid life of mine” “Stop. It's not st*pid, don't deprive me of the life that made me feel whole Dally” he said. I looked up at him. His eyes settled on mine. “Let's get you to bed. Tomorrow we'll settle it with a clear head together, mh?” He said gently. I listened, and retired to bed.

He should return to wherever the hell he came from and leave him the fuck alone. He is Dylon and not Danny. He wasn't going to make the same mistakes Danny made, nor was he going to allow anyone to use him like they did Danny. ***~~*** "Yo, what the fuck!" Dal yelled, roughly shoving into Dylon once they reached outside and under their favorite umbrella tree. "What the hell was that all about just now?" "Get off my dick, Dal!" Dylon yelled back and sat slumped on the metal bench under the tree.

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

He was about to lay down on the makeshift bed; Darryl had become accustomed to the harsh environment after spending the last three years in the Valley of Death. Pitter-patter... However, as soon as he laid down, he heard footsteps from the outside; he could guess two people. Darryl sat up hurriedly; he raised his head and looked outside. Soon, he saw two figures run into the yard miserably. They were a middle-aged man and a girl. The middle-aged man was well-dressed in branded suits and leather shoes, but his face was pale. There was a stab wound on his shoulder and several other stab wounds on his back. Blood continued to gush from the injuries.