Ponyboy Curtis Novels & Stories

He doesn’t want to argue with Lendon cause he never treated him unjustly, despite those times Lendon had severe lousy mood swings. “She is my savior. The only one that can cure me, Curtis. I need her to find the cure for my poison. Did you forget that?” Lendon continued. “But…” “But what?” Lendon glanced at Curtis and asked coldly. Curtis shut up immediately. “Curtis, did you have a lover?” Lendon suddenly asked after a while. “What?” Curtis was puzzled. “Did you love someone before?” Lendon asked again. Curtis didn’t know why Lendon asked him this question suddenly and felt nervous. He hesitated for seconds and answered honestly, “Yes.”

“How old are you, Curtis?” Dobah asked, quite intrigued at the confidence of the young man. Not every son would be bold enough to go against his father, and yes it was different for the daughters. He knew his thinking was old fashioned, but that was the truth. “I am eighteen. Birthday party was a week before Derek's.” Curtis answered, curious as to why the man was interested in him now.

At this moment, Porter looked at Charlie, and he was smiling excitedly and happily as he blurted out, “That’s why I said that you looked really familiar! You indeed look like Curtis Wade!” As he spoke, Porter suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed out loud in a hysterical manner as he said, “Hahaha! Heaven really rewards the faithful ones! I’ve been thinking and thinking about how I could retaliate and exact revenge on Curtis Wade after he has already died for so many years! The best method that I could think of was to dig out his coffin and destroy his bones and ashes! Unexpectedly, his son is actually still alive!”

I scold and his eyes widen. “But – “He closes his mouth but narrows his eyes at a guffawing Carter. “Well, well, well is the beast tamed?” “You know . . .” Samuel gives them an evil smirk. “She’s not around all the time.” And just like that, their faces drop and they get back to work. # “Thanks for helping us guys,” I tell the three boys, and they all nod. “No problemo.” Tristan salutes, climbing at the back of Carter’s truck.

Storm wasn't used to seeing as men as hot as this, having never really met one on her side of the town, except for her ex, who had left her to pursue his basketball career at a university, thousands of miles away from her. Curtis had been her high school sweetheart whom she could do anything, totally anything, even if included her right kidney. He had been a home of comfort to her whenever her step mother and step sister decided to turn on their devilish mode and wreak havoc on both her physical and mental state.

She hugged Curtis, who refused to take his eyes off the man in the video. “Daddy, are you taking me with you on Saturday? I will be a good boy.” Curtis was still feeling that her father thought he was a bad boy like his friends had said, for which reason only his twin brother lived with him. Garvin was saddened, knowing that he would have to do more to prove to him that he was perfect and nothing was his fault. “Hero, Daddy can’t wait to have you here. It’s the only thing I’ve been wishing for since I found out about your existence.”

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

He exasperated his voice thick from trying to restrain the now flowing streaks of tears falling down to the floor “But I didn’t call you a thief. I never did and I don’t judge you just because I have a better life and you don’t but this… Stealing from people isn’t the only option to fend for you and your sister champ.” “I know that and I’ve tried, they just wouldn’t hire me. It’s either I’m too young or I’m not muscular enough to do what they’re asking of me. I know stealing is bad but this is the only option I have right now. Please don’t take me to the cops, I promise I won’t steal from anyone in that building anymore” He pleaded “What’s your name champ?” He wiped his tears before looking

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”

The boy doesn’t know how to treat a lady, maybe that’s why Olivia is cheating on him with Noah. Heavy footsteps fill the silence as the boys move to the stage, I squeeze my lips as the first group start their introduction, not caring to look at them. I can identify them by their voices. They are halfway gone with the introductions when it hits me that someone is missing. I raise my hand, Miss Jota nods. “Yes, Tessa?” A lump forms on my throat when different pairs of eyes turn to me, I say, “Curt is not here.” “Curtis?” That’s his full name. I nod and she pulls out a note from under the scripts. “He quit.”