Outsiders Sodapop Curtis Novels & Stories

Stephen kept his sharp, cold eyes trained on Curtis. The latter didn't cower in fear at all. Instead, he met Stephen's gaze impatiently. "Sir, what do you want from me? I'm just a regular worker here. You've wasted a minute of my working hours. I won't be able to clock out on time later thanks to you." It was then that Stephen averted his gaze. "I heard that you're quite close to Conan." "Oh, you must be talking about that idiot." Curtis explained nonchalantly, "He's richer than the other kids, not to mention more gullible as well. I tend to ask for pocket money whenever I feel like it, if you get what I mean."

she asked, her tone a mix of amusement and incredulity. Curtis shook his head, his eyes fixed on the wheelchair with an unbridled curiosity. "No," he said simply. Chocolate smirked, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "Are you living under a rock or something?" she teased. Curtis shrugged, looking slightly offended. "I don't used to go outside," he said, his tone defensive. "I've always stayed back at home." Chocolate chuckled, her pride evident in her voice. "I don't go outside either, but at least I know a lot of things."

But until they had Sapphire out of whatever nightmare she’d gotten herself into, he had to tread carefully. Unlike most of the Donovans, who were tall and blond, Curtis was a short, stocky guy with shoulder-length brown hair and a goatee. He had small, kinda beady brown eyes, and a nose that looked too long for his face. At first glance, he seemed harmless enough, until you got to know what a ruthless little bastard he was. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here,” Curtis said. “I lost one of my best men because of you, and had to fire another.” Razl snorted. “If they were your best, Donovan, then you need to do some new recruiting.”

“Oh, thanks.” She was strangely touched by the sweet gesture, and she gave him a real smile. “That was really great of you.” He nodded again, then glanced over at the table. The woman was lying down now in the booth, flat out, and the guys were starting to nod off. “I’ve got to shift their asses out of here before they can’t function anymore,” Curtis said. “You go get some food, and can you ask Luke to call two taxis? I’ll shove their drunk butts in and send ‘em on their way.”

“I think they invited me to join them.” “They would,” Aidan said. “They’re asking every woman who wanders past, so Jax sent Curtis over to keep ‘em in line.” “That’d do it,” Zoe muttered. “He’s mega-scary.” “Scarier than King?” Jo asked, slurping the last of her Cosmo. “‘Cause I can’t imagine anyone scarier than King.” Zoe considered her question seriously. “Hmmmmm. OK, no. Not scarier than King, ‘cause King is his own brand of terrifying. Curtis is terrifying-esque. Terrifying lite. But still a damn beast.”

I walked out and let the door click shut behind me. The walk toward the community room usually took five minutes, but the air felt thick, slowing my feet. As I passed the bakery, Jake was standing under the awning with Curtis. They were leaning against the brick wall, their shoulders hunched against the damp. Curtis was tracing a line in the mud with the toe of his boot, his mouth moving in a low, steady rhythm. Jake looked up as I approached. He didn't wave. He didn't nod. He just reached into his pocket, pulled out a lighter, and flicked it open and shut, the small flame jumping and dying in the wind. Curtis didn't look up at all. He kept his eyes on the ground, watching the mud fill the g

If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong? I scoffed, "I don't want anything. I wish you and your family a lifetime of happiness." With that, I turned and went to the bedroom to pack my things. Sophie followed me into the room and slapped me across the face. "It's New Year's! What kind of attitude is that? It's just an apple. Do you have to turn the whole house upside down over something so small? Julius already feels awkward in this family. After your little scene, just how embarrassed do you think he is?

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

To save 50 dollars on rent, I took over the snow shoveling and trash removal for the entire run-down apartment building. My move into the basement fell right on my birthday. Down on my knees, I scrubbed the moldy floor three times over. Then, with the little change I had left from my part-time job, I went to the convenience store and bought the cheapest discounted cupcake there. Just as I was about to light the candle, my phone suddenly blew up with a flood of push notifications. It was the local financial news—the headline read that Fabio's company had successfully gone public with a ringing of the bell.

Curtis sipped the wine again, rising from the seat and getting for himself a glass of icy water from the fridge. While he returned to his seat, Susan was still looking at him and every move he made. “I know your business is getting tough, but,….” She paused and walked to the fridge to get both of them some desserts, fruity podding. “I am stuffed.” Curtis sighed and only drank his water. Less half of the dish was remained…