Novel & Cerita Ponyboy Curtis

He looked longingly at the smoldering butt, then at his interrogator. “You’re in deep shit, Jonesy,” said his old partner, Randy. Curtis smiled even broader. This was a game he knew only too well. “Brought you outta retirement for this, partner? How’s Dolores? Send her my best, will you?” Curtis’s voice sounded like gravel even to himself. No doubt due to his two-pack-a-day habit lubricated by bourbon.

Curtis trailed at a short distance hissing and spitting like an alley cat. Dean approached the last building. His heart skipped a beat. He saw a large deadbolt with a lock hanging on the door. He turned and faced Curtis. “I want you to open this door now. If you refuse, I will shoot you.” His steely eyes set steadily on Curtis. Curtis was perspiring and looked like a cornered animal. He glared at Dean for a few moments. “If you think I’d kidnap a kid, you’re insane.” “Then call me insane and open the damn door.”

“Nothing is going on between Ponyboy and me.” Jez tilts her head with an incredulous snicker. “Seriously? Come on, girl, that boy is hot. I mean, he might not be in the same league as a certain gorgeous tortured boy that likes to wear a lot of black, but he’s close.” I roll my eyes. “It’s never been like that. Plus, Ponyboy is a player.” Jez slaps her hands over her thigh, sits up on her knees, and faces me. “Maybe that’s what you need.”

LEON'S POV We ran as fast as we could I don't remember making the decision to move one second I was standing frozen at the edge of that pond, and the next I was sprinting flat-out toward the east wall, Aaron beside me, Ingrid's team converging from three different directions, Detective Ramirez's sirens finally, blessedly audible in the distance. We reached the tree line seconds behind two of Ingrid's operatives, and what I saw stopped my heart entirely — Curtis, disheveled and wild-eyed, one hand clamped around Ella's wrist while she twisted furiously against his grip, Marcus a few feet away, frozen, tears streaming down his face. "Let her go," I said, my voice shaking with a fury I hadn't k

“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

“The sentence will be reduced.” “Are you sure that you do not want to apologize before you are disgraced.” Penn returned. “It is not too late, you can quit while you are ahead.” “I am not a quitter.” Cain growls as Penn replied him still in the same tone. “And I am not a criminal.” Cain chuckled. “We will see.” He stated. Simply as Curtis enters the yard again with Stanley this time. “You wanted to see me sire.” Curtis asked nervously, his hands were sweaty as he tried to discreetly wipe them down, when Penn nosed curled in distaste, he knew that he was not successful with hiding it.

Curtis scolded him with a raspy voice, "Stop crying like a girl and help me put on some medication. Yvonne's going to be back soon." "What's going on?" Yvonne asked. The two turned around to look at her. Curtis panicked and tried to stand up, but he pulled on his wound and slumped back down on the couch in pain. Lloyd hadn't been able to wipe his tears away in time, so he looked at Yvonne with watery eyes. "Mark went to look for Mr. Elvin today at the kindergarten." Yvonne was stunned. "Where's Elvin?" "He's fine, but … Curtis got beaten up."

"I didn't grow up with that pack. I joined them about three years ago. My parents were killed back in our old town, and I couldn't protect my little sister, Cortney. We wandered into Elliot's camp, and he kindly offered us a safe place to stay, just like Paxton did here. I was grateful and accepted without a second thought. Cortney was twelve at the time. For the first few months, everything was wonderful. But then, Cortney started to change. She became withdrawn and distant, barely acting like herself. I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't open up. One night, I sneaked back from the hunt early. I saw a man with Cortney and realized the terrible truth – something awful had been happening

Seeing Phoebe's tear-streaked face, his heart tightened, a sharp pain spreading through his chest. Quickly, he stripped off his jacket and wrapped it around her trembling body. "Thank you," she sobbed, her eyes vacant and lost. "Phoebe, it's over now. I'm here," he whispered, cradling her in his arms. His slender fingers gently stroked her pale, fragile face, soothing her as best he could. His fists clenched tightly. Damn Alexander—what had he done to her? Curtis lifted her in his arms, intending to leave quickly. But just then, a group of men with guns burst into the room, their weapons aimed squarely at Curtis.

There was nothing to be nervous about. "Let's get you another one of those," the Hispanic man said and signaled to the bartender. We began chatting as I sipped on another glass of alcohol. The man sitting on my left was a tall, thin black man named Curtis. He had gone to Columbia and was now an accountant by day. He was clearly very intelligent and witty, and confident in himself. On my right was Greg, who had gone to BYU as a baseball player and become a Mormon missionary before leaving and finding a new life as a high-school gym teacher. He had dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was the shortest of the group, and also probably the most reserved.