Outsiders Ponyboy Novels & Stories

His face hardened. Immediately. Then: "RUN FASTER!" Nobody needed convincing. Everyone pushed harder. The lighthouse grew larger. Closer. Closer. Almost there. Then suddenly— Peanut stopped. Completely stopped. Lily nearly fell. "What?" Peanut pointed toward the cliff edge. Then Lily saw it. A little boy. Standing in the storm. Alone. Maybe seven years old. Maybe eight. Looking directly at them. Not moving. Not speaking. Just staring. Then lightning illuminated his face.

The interloper had been an ungrateful wretch every day he'd been named the leader bringing nothing but shame and isolation to their pack with each drunken breath he uttered. Conway had been only thirteen years old found himself at the mercy of some very vile men during his displacement. He had not understood why they had hated him, he was simply going about in his own way. From the smell of them, they had been mortals, greedy, twisted mortals with debauchery as their lifestyle from what he could tell back then. When the leader, a scruffy thin pale bastard who had been as vile as Conway's disgrace of a father, found the small lad huddled in the rain amid a few garbage cans, he'd made up his m

“You may.” “My thanks,” he replied from beneath his hood. “Now there was once a young boy once upon a time in the ruined cesspool of a beautiful city. He enjoyed his life within his limited confines, unknowing of the beauty of the larger spaces that existed outside his comfort zone. Then at a young age the evils of without came to disrupt his peace of within, and he found himself losing much of what he loved. Fueled only by vengeance he trudged along a life he convinced himself to be a lonely one, stalking after adults so old he couldn’t dream to defeat them through any means.

Piggy laughed and took a sit next to Poison, “Now I know why you're being kind all of a sudden to master, It's because you have blonde hair like him!” The one with short blonde hair stared down at his shoes but his pink cheeks were evident near the fire. Piggy laugh only went louder as he scrutinized the boy's face, “Phillip.. you're too silly!” Poison cleared his throat and turned towards Piggy whose smile suddenly drained out of his face. In the blink of an eye, Piggy was tossed against a tree. The group had a good laugh at Piggy because they knew it would probably never happen again. *

“Survival can start to feel like love when someone rescues you. Just… don’t confuse the two.” Niya smiled. “Also,” she added under her breath, “you’re the crazy one. You pulled the police stunt.” “No. You’re insane,” Pony countered. “You went off-grid. No texts back or calls. And when I pull a Hail Mary to find your crazy ass, I discover you’ve been playing house with a psychopath and his Greek-god friend.” “He’s not –” “He is. And you are crazy. Period.” They both cracked up, letting the tension dissolve like sugar in hot water.

The girl nods and a few people let out annoyed sighs. Mr Hibbert then walks out. I expected people to walk out but no body actually moves from their chairs. No one is ready to waste free attendance. And it's only then I realize I am trapped along with the bullies inside the class. And I start to panic not knowing what to do.

said a blonde hair girl. "Good to see you Tori I used to study at Tombstone high and my parents shifted here a month ago" Their conversation was going on meanwhile the door of the canteen opened and banged so hard making a wild and loud sound. A boy with oily hair and half-broken glasses fell from outside, dropping the books he held in his hand. A guy wearing a black leather jacket stepped inside with two boys standing back like his bodyguards. Everyone looked at him with fear, it felt like he was the son of a mafia boss.

" The call ended quickly, yet I knew things wouldn't be that easy to resolve. After all, it was impossible for leeches to give up on a refillable blood bag. … As expected, my lawyer told me they refused to cooperate. They were still staying there when I returned home half a month later. Dad was the one who saw me first. He came over to greet me happily, wanting to give me a hug. "You're finally back, Heidi! I'm sure you haven't been eating well on the cruise. What do you want to eat? I'll cook them for you," he said. I stepped aside to avoid him. "There's no need to trouble you, Mr. Jordan Lewis."

“Nothing is going on between Ponyboy and me.” Jez tilts her head with an incredulous snicker. “Seriously? Come on, girl, that boy is hot. I mean, he might not be in the same league as a certain gorgeous tortured boy that likes to wear a lot of black, but he’s close.” I roll my eyes. “It’s never been like that. Plus, Ponyboy is a player.” Jez slaps her hands over her thigh, sits up on her knees, and faces me. “Maybe that’s what you need.”

He hurried to the carriage house to ready the trap and his pony, Scout, as quickly as possible, perfectly content to do the work himself. While Walter’s mother had been a bit surprised to see Charlie calling upon her son unannounced, she had allowed him to take a break from his studies and accompany Charlie to the little pond behind their house. Most boys their age were off at boarding school, so they had become quite close to each other, being two of the few left to study at home.