Pony Boy Novels & Stories

“Don’t deny it. I’ve seen the way you look at him.” “Whatever,” she flushed. “Happy Birthday, Penelope Fairchild. My one and only bestie.” “Oh yas! Happy Thanksgiving, Niy. Don't make me cry,” Pony’s grin widened as she pulled her in for a tight snuggle. Niya couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips as she dropped Pony off by the subway. Typical. Her best friend never wanted to drive even if she had a car that actually worked. Something was always wrong with it. A battery that refused to cooperate, brakes that squealed like a dying mice, or an engine that only started when it felt like it. Pony was a type of drama that came factory-installed, and Niya loved her more.

Without hesitation, the boy placed two fingers in his mouth and emitted a sharp, piercing whistle. Within a matter of seconds, a majestic black horse came charging towards them, its hooves pounding the ground with a sense of purpose. The boy swiftly leaped onto the horse's back, riding off into the depths of old Bloodmoon territory. Time seemed to stretch as they waited, and eventually, the boy returned, dismounting the horse and handing the rogue a carefully bundled object.

Millie screamed, as if she were in the presence of an angel, and darted away from them all, running over to where Joshua was approaching with the beige and white spotted baby pony, with a long mane running down his neck "A baby pony!" “He’s yours now.” Massimo explained, proud that his idea had made her so happy “You can give him a name and visit him every day in the stable, to brush, feed and see him making friends with the other horses. ” he joined her in petting the poor little creature, who was a little scared, but who wasn't running away from Millie's touch, as others would have done “He's still very small, but when he grows up, you can learn to ride him, until you're old enough to trai

I am grateful everyday that Tate has been the perfect mother for my child. “Can I ride a horse this weekend, Tate?” Riley asks me as she clambers up onto the stool beside me, her little hand resting on mine to aid her. “Not this weekend, sweetie but the next time you visit, hopefully. We will have a little pony for you and you can name it whatever you like.” I bend down and kiss the top of her head. “Oo, I like Boomer for a horse or Honey if it is a girl,” she claps her tiny hands together and my love for her deepens more than I could ever imagine.

"You won't need to go to school anymore. You can just stay home and be your sister's maid. Take good care of her." "Okay." I nodded obediently, playing along. As we talked, Luna started selecting the first batch of bunny girls for tonight. She glanced at the fading red hives still covering my skin and looked away in disgust. She pointed at Drew and a few other girls. "You girls, come with me." Before leaving, Drew turned back and shot me a smug look. "Be a good little sister and wait for the good news." My chest tightened. Poor Drew had no idea what she was walking into.

Every now and then, his fingers tapped the steering wheel, a metronome for the storm I could already feel brewing between us. Finally, he spoke, voice low, deliberate. “Tonight, you’ll see how real power works, Nora. You’ll see how loyalty, cunning, and guts separate the weak from the survivors. And you… you will either prove yourself… or you’ll disappear.” I swallowed, gripping the edge of my seat. “I’m ready,” I said, though my chest burned with adrenaline and fear. “Good.” He smirked, and the corner of his eyes crinkled just slightly. Dangerous amusement. “Because I have no patience for hesitation. Not in my world. Not with my enemies. Not with you.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Ok, so what mystery did you solve exactly?” Jasper leaned in towards me. His voice lowered as though he was sharing a secret. I followed and leaned towards him, listening in. “The mystery boy in the photo.” He said. “I know who he is!”

My mind buzzed, unable to process what I'd just heard. I spoke without thinking. "What… What did you say?" My friend, Owen Jolin, replied, "I drove in to pick up my kid and hit the gas instead of the brake. I hit a little boy, and there was blood all over his face. He was wearing that blue hoodie, the same one Elliot always wears." I started to explain, but Owen cut me off. "Quinn, just get over here! I really didn't mean to."

Daniel was going from the conference room to his cabin, busily watching the files in his hand. They had to launch new campaign and for that Daniel need to submit and edit few pictures. He was so involved that he was not aware of his surroundings until he heard a baby crying. He looked around to see a little boy crying. May be he fell down. He looked around but there was no one with him. "Hey Kiddo. What happened"? He went and sat with him on the floor. The boy turned to him with his big bambi eyes and tears strained cheeks.

I was leaning into the frame while flashing a peace sign. On the back of the photo, a single sentence was scrawled in Naomi's handwriting. "Kenneth, you are my knight, destined to lead me out of that field of thorns."