Ponyboy Curtis Novelas e Histórias

Curtis's eyes searched mine, and I knew I had to tread carefully. "Can you put him on the phone? I wanna talk to him." Curtis said, his gaze piercing mine, as if sensing that something was amiss. I hesitated, unsure of how to respond, not wanting to reveal the tension between Cole and me. Cole was like family to Curtis, and I didn't want him to feel any more anxious than he already was. "Easy, buddy. Or I'm going to assume you're not happy to see me," I said, attempting to lighten the mood, but Curtis's gaze remained fixed on me, his eyes piercing through my facade.

“His wife changed too. Even their children. Arden was treated like a burden. His inheritance was slowly squandered. Properties were sold. Accounts emptied. Curtis lived large while Arden lived small.” “Did anyone notice?” Ryder asked. “No one questioned him. Curtis had a clean image. A grieving brother raising his nephew. He played the role well.” Ryder scoffed quietly. “The only thing Curtis didn’t stop,” Corner added, “was Arden’s education. He allowed him to remain in school. That was the only mercy he showed. Curtis needed Arden quiet and obedient.” “After wasting most of the inheritance, Curtis ran out of money. That’s when he went to Xavier for help.”

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.”

One of the women said, "The reason there are so few ponyboys is that they are rarely allowed to cum if at all, to keep them more obedient. Whereas as ponygirls are constantly forced to orgasm to keep them obedient. That is why there are more ponygirls than boys." Cody whimpered as those words settled into his brain. Normally he would jerk off six or seven times a day usually thinking of Hannah. He couldn't imagine being denied that release. He began struggling with his handcuffs desperately to get to his still erect cock, which caused several people watching him to laugh. Eventually Hannah returned and opened his cage. She carresed his ass and thighs and said, "You are going to make an excel

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."

"Tonight, I want us to explore the concept of unfinished business. The things we carry because we cannot find resolution." Curtis lifted his head. "I want to talk." Everyone looked at him. "Curtis," Dr. Chen said warmly. "Of course. Please share." Curtis's hands clenched in his lap. His breathing was uneven. For a long moment, Elijah thought he might change his mind. Then Curtis spoke. "My son was seventeen when he died. Daniel. Danny." Curtis's voice cracked on the name. "He was home alone. I had gone to the store. My wife was at work. Someone broke in."

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.