Farmboy Novels & Stories

“Hey babe, I’m caught up at work. I’m going to be a little late. Don’t wait for me to eat.” I stayed silent, still looking at the scan in my hand. “Leah, is everything alright?” “Sorry, yes. I’ll see you when you get home.” I found myself in the city shopping as I had an idea for Logan’s birthday. It wasn’t far away now. I found a baby shop and brought a baby grow that said world's best dad. I also brought a little gift box for the scan photo to go into. It certainly wasn’t the present I originally had in mind for him but I couldn’t resist.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Valentina nodded, letting him lead her to a clear space near the fire. They swayed together, her cheek against his chest, his arms secure around her. The rightness of it overwhelmed her—not the desperate clinging of a drowning woman, but the steady certainty of two people who had found their way back to each other through time and pain and growth. “I bought a bike,” she murmured against his shirt. “Nothing fancy. Old Sportster from Sandy’s brother. Needs work.” Duke pulled back slightly to see her face. “Yeah? When were you going to tell me?”

It amazed me how someone as quiet and introverted as him could be so popular. At the moment, they were engrossed in a lively game of cards, shouting and making hand signals. Hayden's aunt, whom I recently learned was named Jada, approached me and handed me a bowl of what appeared to be soup. "It's Fish Broth," Zeek, who was standing next to me, informed. I nodded, peering into the bowl. "Look," Kai said, taking my spoon and stirring the contents. "It has yam, potatoes, macaroni, fish, ochroes, and eddoes." He explained, and I pursed my lips.

We’re just giving it a nudge. Mr. Serious: Fine. But if this gets awkward, I’m blaming you. Farm Boy: Blame me all you want. I’m living for this. Mr. Serious: You need a hobby. Farm Boy: I have one. It’s called matchmaking. And I’m great at it. 😉 Alex POV

Logan I stick my straw into my milk carton and take a long sip. My eyes wander around the nearly empty cafeteria. I am waiting for someone. Someone special. I smile and wave at some kid I barely know because that's just the kind of person I am: friendly, pleasant, and intelligent Logan Smith. Yup, that's me!

Chloe snapped her fingers in the air and yelped, "Yeah, that's it! I'm dying to know if it's true." "Yes, it is. This plane is custom and equipped with an anti-missile system," Defne confirmed enthusiastically. "Aside from that this also carries a stable for transporting horses and the like, a full-choked bar, a gym, a garage space, a compact chapel, and a large jacuzzi bath decorated with LED lights inside Mr. Greyson's pad."

He was smiling too, and certainly didn’t look like the father of a bunch of psychopaths. The Australian climbed down from his horse and came at me with hand extended. “The name’s Sonny. Can’t tell you how happy I am to meet you guys.” He shook hands with everyone. We all introduced ourselves. He was tall, good-looking and built like an athlete. And very Australian. I don’t mean that in a good way. “This here is my best friend, Nicky.” He rubbed the horse’s nose. “And this is Farmer Angelo.” He pointed to the farmer who took off his hat to reveal a bald head, which he bowed slightly. “It’s Angalad.”

Yes, I want to," Raisa interrupted quickly, mentioning her ID Line even though none of her male friends were given ID Line. BBM, F*, IG, Line, Twitter and other social media he only makes friends with girl friends. Say he is arrogant or the like but that's how he will stay away from criminalization of the liver in the future. Stalker is not his job, while his best friend is busy talking about the school basketball leader who will compete with the neighboring schoolgirls, he is instead busy looking for the name of the latest action movie he will watch. "Okay, then you walk behind me. Rio, Alif, you don't make your body visible. You too," said Yuda, who gave instructions to the other three fri

Why do I have to be called the ‘stutter boy’ when I actually have a name? Only a few people in my previous high school knew my real name. I was like a toy to all those bullies in school, who would call me 'hey stutter boy, c'mere. Go buy us a soda and some snacks from the vending machine' or 'stutter boy, have you finished the assignment I gave you yesterday?' or 'M..m..mi..michael..w..w..what's up?'