Romans & histoires Dally X Ponyboy

“Don’t deny it. I’ve seen the way you look at him.” “Whatever,” she flushed. “Happy Birthday, Penelope Fairchild. My one and only bestie.” “Oh yas! Happy Thanksgiving, Niy. Don't make me cry,” Pony’s grin widened as she pulled her in for a tight snuggle. Niya couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips as she dropped Pony off by the subway. Typical. Her best friend never wanted to drive even if she had a car that actually worked. Something was always wrong with it. A battery that refused to cooperate, brakes that squealed like a dying mice, or an engine that only started when it felt like it. Pony was a type of drama that came factory-installed, and Niya loved her more.

Before this Christmas holidays, I would have felt uncomfortable and out of place being in the midst of this number or n***d young people in an apartment in the middle of the night. The girls had big b*ms and pumped b**bs, and the boys were muscular with c**ks that looked rather heavy. The girls jiggled their br***ts in the faces of the boys playfully, and the boys stroked their lengths in response. Everyone had a glass of wine hooked between their fingers as they caught up happily with each other. I glanced at Sonia who was already removing her clothes impatiently, at the same time, beckoning on a girl with short bright blonde hair to get her two glasses.

I search for his eyes but he's only looking at my dad and Jacob. And I'm thinking... didn't he say he wasn't close to his cousins? Why would one of them come visit him? I think about that for what feels like just a second but I totally lose track of time because when I pay attention again, Aida and Jane already brought the food to the table and I have a plate in front of me. This Xanax is no joke. "Hey, Birdie," Dylan calls, his voice low because our parents and Saint are talking. I lift my eyes to him, "Have you seen Dolly yet? Or is she still hiding from you in shame?"

He’d thought ahead. “Have you eaten?” Xavier asked. Dolly plopped the cooler on Xavier’s desk. “Help yourself.” She took out more sandwiches, tuna salad this time, and passed them around to all of us, along with Doritos and Coca-Cola. “Always prepared,” Xavier chuckled. “Sometimes prepared.” Dolly smiled fondly at Shep. “Though I wouldn’t change it for the world.” “Thanks, Mama,” Shep smiled. Xavier sniffed his sandwich before taking a tentative bite.

He replied nonchalantly. "Oh, mine too, I wanna bet!" Dalton called out and both Keller and Dlyon questioned the boy's sanity with identical raised brows but neither objected to him putting out his cash. That's more money for him. And four forks to your thighs, you dumbfuck, you are so stupid! The last thought on Dlyon's mind as the first fork got impaled into his thigh and with a twisted smirk, he watched the blood slip from his broken flesh. No pain.

Sean’s Pov I helped Dallas out of his horse-ridden condition. The man's horse seemed to faint for a moment but woke up as soon as we tried to wake him up. The horse immediately clung to my horse and didn't go anywhere. I turned to Dallas, who was checking on his condition but had not spoken since earlier. "Are you okay?" "Of course not. I'm just grateful to have survived death." Dallas said flatly, picking up his rifle to sling over an uninjured shoulder and visibly limping as he tried to keep his balance.

DYLAN POV No.. no..no…This couldn’t be happening. The sight before me was unbearable. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt a shiver run down my spine. I wasn’t prepared to face this reality. How could Daisy be with someone else? This wasn’t the Daisy I knew. Summoning every ounce of courage, I looked again. My heart sank, and my world crumbled. It was indeed Daisy, locked in a passionate embrace with none other than her ex-boyfriend, Noah Smith. The sight was like a knife through my heart, leaving me feeling empty and broken.

Black slacks and white sneakers complete the look and wow what a look that is. "Nice to know there's at least one gentleman in this gang." I let myself explore dandy Dylan's body with my eyes. He mock bows with a flourish and I giggle fluttering my lashes. "See why can't I be locked up with him?" I turn to Ryder the picture of innocence. The alpha looks ready to explode or rearrange Dylan's face. "Baby!" I swear that person's voice is on the same frequency as a dog whistle.

Without even meaning to, girls could mess with a boy’s head. When I got out of my truck, I saw Dallas watching Liz on the other side of the gate. I did my best to stay quiet as I walked up behind her. Dallas didn’t hear me pull up. As soon as I got close enough, I slapped Dallas hard on the ass. “Ow!” Dallas turned around and shoved me in the chest. “Nice ass, baby,” I said and smirked. “You're in a good mood?” she questioned. I chuckled. “Should I not be in a good mood?”

I kept my hands on Daddy's chest as I quickly bounced on top of him. His big c0ck is pierced in my center, and I ride him like a cowgirl. He squeezed my breasts and played with my n1pples. Daddy and I returned home earlier and found that Mommy was not there. We don't know where she went. Her things are still here. So we're making the most of it today while she's gone. Then I have school, and he will start his long shift at the hospital tomorrow.