Dally X Ponyboy Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

That uneasiness returned to his soul once again, now ten times stronger than before. Almost as if he was getting a warning sign to turn around and leave. But this was Dalton, his best friend since he was eight, what could possibly go wrong? "Sure, come on!" Dal ran ahead and just as Dylon was about to follow a loud thud came crashing down on the back of his head and he fell, blacking out. The last thing he saw was the fading white shirt his friend wore as the boy ran towards the van. Stupid Dal didn't even realize he was hit.

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.

I state. “The guy that has been working with your aunt and grandmother went to school with us. I knew I recognized him but he looks different. His name is Dallas and I know he works for Tianya and Kylynn.” Chaos explains. I let out a growl when he shows me a picture of his Dallas guy. He is the one that always makes Everly feel uncomfortable whenever he is around. I had noticed him watching her the last few times we had been at the building but didn’t think too much of it.

His hands clenched into a tight grip, so tight that his scars began to burn. Daisy rode carefreely under the vigilant eye of annurse, using the bicycle Xavier had provided. As she turned her innocent gaze met Derrick’s gaze staring right at her. The man was looking right at her. Naturally curious, she strolled off her bike and walked to where he stood, standing right in front of him and staring up with innocent curiosity. The duo, one towering and scarred, the othermpetite and curious, engaged in a silent study. Daisy pointed out, “You have a lot of boo-boos.”

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.