Patrick Swayze Outsiders Novels & Stories

“Yes ma’am!” Wyatt comes up with some sandwiches he made and chips, bringing me a sweet tea to drink and some fruit. I eat two sandwiches myself, and the fruit was so good. I drink my sweet tea and lay down in bed. I wait for Wyatt to come back from taking the dishes to the kitchen but before he comes back, I feel my eyes heavily drift off into the darkness.

There's also the two-million-dollar sponsorship fee for your high school, the seven-thousand-dollar shoes you had on, and the 80-thousand-dollar piano in the room—all these were bought with my money. I continued, "When you go around flaunting yourself as the scion of the Lewis Corporation, have you forgotten that the Lewis family had gone bankrupt when you were 13? You've felt what it's like sleeping on the streets too. "So, you'd better put away that look of disdain, or I won't hesitate to ask for your family to pay me back everything." Fable's expression fell. However, he refused to budge and remained stubborn. "You're really calculating! It's just money. Madie can earn them too. You're no

“SAWYER ZANE!” Phoebe ran out of patience and shouted at her husband as soon as she entered their house. Sawyer brought a new house in Bachelor Village. They say it's safer there. So that she doesn't have to worry about them when he leaves for work.

Everyone had forgotten that Chaos became a primordial beast because he fed on vengefulness. … Meanwhile, Sam was still in Portfall. Piper drove him to where Sawyer lived. When they parked, Sawyer was already at the door waiting for them. Next to him stood a man in a suit—Wyatt, the same man who'd shown up at Piper's place looking for her last time. Wyatt hustled over and pulled the car door open. "Ms. Pratt, you're back! Mr. Pratt's going to be so happy." Piper nodded at him. "Thanks for making that trip last time too."

David pondered aloud, pursuing the vehicle amidst the chaotic hustle and bustle of the road. *** Avery sat alone at the dining table, absentmindedly sipping her usual glass of orange juice. Her gaze drifted toward the commotion happening in the house, where a group of men were diligently working on the renovation. While their efforts unfolded before her, her thoughts were consumed by David. Why did he run off like that? She had patiently waited for him at the mall, hoping he would return, but he never did. Forced to hire a taxi to transport all she bought, as well as his own neglected trolley, Avery's disappointment lingered.

Meanwhile, I lay sprawled on the cold floor, clutching my swollen cheek, too drained even to shed a tear. I braced myself against the wall and slowly stood up. Head lowered, I said numbly, "Since I'm so worthless, I'll leave. From now on, just pretend you've lost a maid. That way, I won't be an eyesore to you anymore." Papa let out a cold snort. "Getting bold enough to threaten me, are you? Walk out that door and don't expect to get another cent from this family!" He was about to hurl more insults when Francesca suddenly shrieked, "Oh no! My precious Pico seems to be coughing!"