Ponyboy Curtis Description Novels & Stories

My face turned green and I made an immediate u-turn but in the space of time I had decided I didn't want to be here anymore, Curtis had been conscious of a presence. "Bitch, do you not know how to hold a door..." His mood suddenly shifted when he noticed me standing behind the sentinel who was shaking in his boots. "Move whore!" He slapped the butt cheeks of the girl who still had her pussy lips in his face. "What brings you here Blossom witch?" He teased, getting up. I shut my eyes instinctively. Curtis was not a man who could be shamed. He loved his body and saw no wrong in showing it anywhere to anywho. "You are naked."

Besides, he was pretty funny. Corbin was a tall lean guy with copper-colored skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes. He had your typical Wyoming accent and some ordinary cowboy bad habits like tobacco use. He was nice and would help you out if you needed it, but there wasn’t really anything special about him, other than his ability to ride.

“No. I’m trying real hard. By the way, thanks for the tech gig, I’m working the eight o’clock shift tomorrow.” Lizzy gave him a brief nod. “I’ll see you on Saturday. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I need to talk to this beef bazooka in private.” Curtis snickered as the two boys ambled away. Johnny folded his arms. “Beef bazooka, really?” Lizzy knelt down and tethered the pooch’s leash to the table leg. “I was going for Hulk Hogan, but that seemed mean, even coming from me.”

"Hmm..." "Ohh, is it a 'need not to know' thing? It's okay." Kitty quickly added, seeing Erebus's hesitation. "Not like that. I just don't want to worry you too much with no facts confirmed." Erebus sighed slightly with his hand on her head, "Tell me about Curtis?" "Well, he is nice. Good at bartending. Has been to a lot of places obviously. What's up?" Kitty shrugged. "Nothing, just curious." Erebus mimicked her shrugged and Kitty burst into laughter...

he croaked, his voice barely a whisper. I peered at him, my eyes narrowed. "You expect me to believe you're buying these… 'drugs,' as you call them, with actual money?" Money, I knew, was a foreign concept here in the mountains. The boy remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor. "What is your name, boy?" I pressed, my voice sharper. “Cyrus.” “How old are you?” “Sixteen.” “Cyrus, I have a feeling that Elliot is on his way here, and I suggest you tell me the truth before he gets here.”

I assured her softly. “Nice one” a voice suddenly echoed behind me with an applaud. When I turned to look who it was, it was the gang leader. I fixed my gaze on the young handsome boy whose innocent look, was altered by the tattoos that embroidered his body. He had a pistol under his right arm pit, and on his left shoulder was his white T-shirt which was stained with blood. Picking the T-shirt on his shoulder, he used it to dab the blood flowing down his lips. “Impressive boy, but I'm proud to tell you that you messed with the wrong gang, and for that you are going to pay for it”

And I was kinda surprised. In my earlier school, no body approached me asking to become their partner in arts, even though I was good at drawing. Cause the intimidating bad boy at school, Justin had claimed me for himself in arts and all were afraid of him. He was in the baseball team and was muscular and was a reputed bully at school. But I'm glad he wasn't that harsh to me. He would sometimes act really friendly towards me and occasionally bring me chocolates and snacks for drawing him pictures. But then at other times he would lightly bully me along with his friends. He was a mystery character. " What are you thinking ?", Ethan asked me.

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.”

“I was in my bedroom, and I heard everything. I collected all the money from all the hiding places I’d stashed it – in my school bag, in my socks, buried in the backyard – but by the time I’d found it all and went to their room to give it back to him, it was all over.” “She – your mother…” “Yeah. He’d lost control, totally. She was dead.” “I’m sorry.” Tessa’s heart was breaking for him. “I’m sorry, babe.” “So he went to jail for eight years,” Curtis said, not able to talk about his Mom for one second longer. “And I moved in with my aunt and uncle. Stayed in school, just barely, started boxing. Got good enough to fight for money, so I did that for a while, but then I enlisted.” He ran his fin

I for sure always dreaded whenever we were given a new name. As long as it keeps them safe... Curtis snickered. "First target, kind of a dick, but man he is so much fun to mess with! Nice jet black hair, piercing eyes and such a snarky smile —the kind you just want to punch till he stops breathing, if you know what I mean. And the girl..." a sadistic grin halted his tracks while his voice shifted into a husky tone. "Brunette. Petite. Gorgeously brown eyes and my, my... such plump lips. Now, lucky for you two, both targets so happen to be in your lilttle family..."