Outsiders Ponyboy Novels & Stories

Eight years into the Cappello family, and only today did I discover there's a meeting room beneath the estate. Half an hour ago, my husband Julian put on his coat and said he was heading to the New Jersey docks to handle a smuggling shipment. Five minutes after he left, the estate's internal line rang. It was Julian's driver, asking if he should have the car washed. It had gotten dirty from yesterday's rain. Julian never rides in anyone else's car for long trips. If he'd gone to New Jersey, his driver should be behind the wheel right now. I went down to the second-level basement garage. His car was still there. The emergency stairwell beside it was inexplicably open. I followed it down and f

Graduation season has arrived, and my girlfriend's childhood best friend, Daniel Whitmore, now a social media influencer, posts a video titled "The Friendship We Shared." It goes viral overnight. Everyone envies the four of them for staying close for ten years. Before long, people are even shipping Daniel and my girlfriend, Evelyn Hayes, swooning over their childhood-sweethearts story. What no one knows is that I film every second of that video. I even write the narration myself. The video is 20 minutes long, yet there isn't a single shot of me. Not even a mention of my name. I ask Evelyn why, but she barely seems to care. "You didn't join us until college. You can't really say you were

Daddy didn't want any reminders of my shame as he calls it. Now Mindy has been badgering me about going out with her. She knows I'm not allowed but it doesn't stop her from trying every so often. I like hanging out with Mindy, it makes me feel closer to her brother somehow though she never talks about him anymore. In the beginning she'd brought him up every other second but when she realized how much it hurt me she'd stopped. I miss hearing about him but it was just too painful. He was the only boy I'd ever loved. Well boy might be a bit of a stretch. He was twenty-three when I was eighteen. Rumor had it that he was smart but he was drawn to the dark side, fast cars and motorcycles.

Prologue: The Whipping Boy The Boys Bathroom, Empty Stall, Feldon Junior High School, Karterton, New Jersey (2000).... Burning filled the lungs of the struggling seemingly frail pale lad whom had been trying his best to keep from inhaling the foul yellow colored water that had been inside the heavily polished white porcelain toilet bowl. He could briefly hear the cheering and mocking from behind him on the surface of the water as his whole life seemed to flash before his eyes despite his attempts to struggle against the tight gripping hand that was intent on dunking his head into the bowl again and again in a bid to provide amusement to the asshole whom had taken it upon himself to torment h

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

My eyes fell downward, scanning their entire frame, their pants was almost pooled at their knees from sagging, anchored by a thick chain that jiggled every time they walked. The last boy who wasn't a twin, but hard dark skin and was dressed better than the rest of the thugs, had his arms around Ruby. He swung a metal bat in his other arm: a soft swoosh rent the air every time he swung. She avoided my gaze, flicking her eyes upon everything on the street but me, suddenly finding the sidewalk more interesting. If she looked at my face, then she would see the obvious tint of disappointment. The sidewalk was filtered with the stench of alcohol, even with the tiny draft blowing into the alleyway,

“Gurl, he is stalking out your damn house” I leaped up from Jonny’s lap and crept to the window and peeked through the space between the curtain and the wall. Outside, there are at least a dozen of Spin’s crew members, circling the lot. Spin is leaning against the wall of the building across the street like he is trying to stay out of this. Leading the circle of riders is Gabe, and he’s followed by Danny with Brenda on board, Mikey with Meme on board, and Deckard with some redhead hanging on the back of him that I don't recognize.

She turned swiftly and dashed back into the house. * * "Bling! Bling!" Queeny J, the girl from outside moments ago shouted as she ran into the large living room which was occupied with some boys. The room wrecked with alcohol and cigarettes and noises from the boys. They stared up at Queeny J as she rushed in. The Bling guy stood up with a curious frown on his face. "What's wrong? Did you see anything outside?" "Yes. There's this strange looking guy outside with a girl and it seems they are having a really big disagreement.

can you believe that? He thinks walker is going to be way hotter than him.. How absurd Is that. I know he likes to show off.. like, be the center of attention. That's my baby. but whatever, We just have two more chapters to go and we're done. The boy nextdoor was definitely a journey and I pray you find yours. He doesn't necessarily have to live nextdoor. I heard the girl in the next book, Steyn, is strong at heart. I heard she's beautiful too. Honestly, I feel so sad for her because unlike Ray, Walker is going to punish her!!

the older lady said as they walked away together. He was forced to stand-alone in his cage for hours but could hear other ponies being brought into their cages. Cody strained on his collar to see the other ponies but his tether was too short. Several times he could hear men and women comment about him. One comment that caught his attention was between two women who were looking at his naked chained body. One of the women said, "The reason there are so few ponyboys is that they are rarely allowed to cum if at all, to keep them more obedient. Whereas as ponygirls are constantly forced to orgasm to keep them obedient. That is why there are more ponygirls than boys."