Pony Curtis Novels & Stories

Dante beamed and asked the man to unstrap Curtis’s hands from the plaster. Curtis grinned in a bit pain as he rolled his wrists. “So, as I told you we both know each other…and you know I hate to hear ‘No’, Curtis!” Dante folded his two arms in his front while he gazed at Curtis who seemed limping already as the man had no other choice but working for him.

my ass was caught. That damned old song 'Pony' by 'Ginuwine' popped into my head as I watched him. (If your horny, let's do it, ride it... my pony My saddles waiting, come and jump on it.) Mom, why the hell did you force me to watch all the magic Mike movies with you last week?! Jesus help me! I screamed inside, swallowing hard.

I muttered. Vanessa snorted into her wine. Benny's eyes went wide. “Can I ride one?” “Maybe a pony,” Abel said, grinning. “Cows aren’t too fond of passengers.” “But I wanna be a farmer!” “You’ll need boots, then,” Curtis cut in. “Big ones. And gloves. And a hat.” Benny looked to Vanessa. “Can I get a hat?” “Only if you let me bedazzle it,” she teased. He groaned dramatically.

Luckily, Max never got tired of watching him. With a bright smile, Mr. Hunt approached the center of joy. When the old man got there, he immediately flashed a smile. “Wow, is this the newcomer in our farm? He looks cool," the grandfather said, making a few eyes widen. Where did the gloomy old man go this morning? "That's right, his name is Pony. Isn't he very strong? He has brought me and Ace around this field once," Cayden said with sparkling eyes. He was proud to be able to ride a horse like an adult.

I said. "She has the lane," Pete said. "She has the name that doesn't belong to the ledger. If Lena’s sitting in that kitchen, she's trying to find a place to drop her weight when the hill gets too heavy. That's what they do. They take what they need from the valley and then they walk back up the road when the sun comes out." "She didn't have her horse," I said. Curtis let out a short breath, turning away from the map and walking toward his coat on the wall peg. "She doesn't need a horse to carry a message, Theo. Don't do this. Don't start looking for a reason why she's different than the choices she made."

"Don't be afraid. They won't hurt people. They are kind." With my help, Hedwig managed to stroke the pony's head. Its hair was smooth and soft. "They don't have a name yet. You and Noah can help them get one," Blake said gently. Noah had been playing with his pony. He grabbed a handful of grass and brought it to the pony's mouth. The pony stretched out its tongue and swallowed the grass. Noah continued to pluck the grass with a happy smile on his face. Hedwig tilted her head and pondered. After a while, she said seriously, "Daddy, is it okay to call it Chestnut? Noah's pony can be called Peanut."

Monroe screamed and cursed. He wiped the blood from his lip, enraged and humiliated. No one had ever dared to lay a finger on him before. "You're dead..." Curtis's eyes burned with fury. He would never allow anyone to harm the woman he loved. He pounced like a raging lion, throwing a flurry of punches. Though he was an artist, his strength was far from weak. His blows were fast and hard, and combined with his muscular build, Monroe was quickly reduced to a cowering mess, all his earlier aggression evaporating.

Yet unlike Allan, they were not able to have the Cupid's Ponies accept their offering with their bare hands. Surprisingly, this time around it was Niccoli's time to shine. Aside from passing the activity by having the Cupid's Ponies ate his thrown fruit. It also accepts his offering and ate the fruit in his hand. More importantly, the Cupid's Ponies who interacted with Niccoli choose to show itself! The Cupid's Ponies views Niccoli as a trustworthy person. Everyone looked awed by the appearance of the Cupid's Ponies. It looks like a horse and its color is white as milk. It spread its wide wings showing its beautiful rainbow color that matches its tail. Its horn is also glowing red just like

While Danielle clutched her dress with the imposing aura coming from Curtis who was standing right in front of her but facing towards Lord Hawthorne. Whereas King Cyrus was absent from the scenario! "N- no please, forgive me." Lord Hawthorne immediately knelt in front of Curtis not bothering to care about his reputation and honour and pleaded for mercy. His voice stuttered and he began to slap himself hard with consistent sobbing and begging for mercy. "I...I got swayed, my lord. Please….I beg you, spare my life." Curtis did not respond or even flinched at his act instead he reached for his hairpin and took it out letting the long hair loose, with an effortless flung of arm the long needle p

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."