Ponyboy Direct Quotes Novels & Stories

"what's your problem" "You are my problem" OK this boy is certainly bipolar. "What do you mean?" "I mean why on earth would you stand there and let your self get beat up" Damian said angrily. "Excuse me?" What on earth is this boy saying. "When I say run I mean run not stand there and get killed" "Well if I didn't stand there then maybe you would've been dead " he's so ungrateful. And it's my turn to scoff. "Yeah right I can protect myself better "

Poor fool. Smiling—wide and dangerous—I said, "Well, I want you to go around the school naked, while striking poses. And then go to the radio room, and broadcast on how you want to pump yourself so hard. And then, maybe, I'll consider forgiving you." I finished smirking, savoring every word. The poor boy looked death pale, like a vampire who'd just seen sunlight. His face drained of all color. Beautiful. "Orrrr," I continued, dragging the word out for maximum effect, "I'll just give you to Ashton. He seems eager to want to play with you." I looked at Ashton, who was literally being held back by Kyle. His eyes were wild with excitement.

(≖‿≖) “I’ll show him why he should keep his nasty little paws off my little cabbage!” “Eat my bullets, you rich second generation!!” (ꐦ▔皿▔) “Cabbage stealing pig - die, die, die!” (ꐦ▔皿▔) “Pew, pew, pew! Ha! How do you like that?!” (°ㅂ°╬) The image of two grown men acting like twelve-year-olds was simply too beautiful for words. Noah nearly cracked a rib trying to hold in his laughter every time one of them was sent flying.

“You’re a damn good bartender, Jay.” “And you’re a damn good kid,” he whispers, pocketing it gratefully. “Nick, get over here already!” Jimmy shouts. “I was trying to remember… What was that thing your old man used to say about--?” “Shit, Jimmy, I know you idolized the bastard, but he’s rolling in his grave tonight, hearing the way you fuck up stories you weren’t even there for.”

Azalea's Pov “People say boys learn how to be men from their fathers. Would your son have wanted to learn from you, Mr. Mason?" I asked, my voice a bit louder than before. I was surprised by how easily the words came out despite my tension “Don't come closer! Don't talk about my son! You've no fuckin’ idea what you're saying!” He yelled, blindly throwing the huge rock he held. Anger surged through him like a wounded cat.

You ride out of the house tonight ,it's already 11 and I know they will be worried sick. You know what ,no matter what my parents wants me to do ,I would never make them this scared of something happening to me ,so if I were you ,I would just get into that car , ride back home ,get done with that piece of shit they asking me to do and believe that all of this would just be a nightmare. The boys words ate deep into me and I had every reasons to believe that all he said was true ,I couldn't be selected right , after all I wasn't going to be the only girl there "

she sniffed, her anger dampened by a tide of heavy loneliness, “s-stop saying that.” Bob pushed back from the ice, folding his arms. “Come on. It’s true. Sorry princess, ya gotta grow up an face the facts sometime, right? First off, there’s Timmy Johnson, livin right at the end of South Street? He’s a pain. All he does is complain that Daddy beats him when he’s drunk cause poor Timmy likes to write poetry, which makes Daddy worried he’s a fag, so he tries to beat the gay out of him every now an then . . . ” “S-stop it, stop it . . . ”

"Say what…” "Say you're the most beautiful girl in the world.” "Caspian…” He slowed to almost nothing. "Say it or I won't let you cum” "I'm…I…I'm I'm the most beautiful girl in the world." He slammed in deep and I cried out. "Louder! I can't hear you, mama." "I'm the most beautiful girl in the world!" "Good girl." His lips found my shoulder. "Now say…my body is beautiful.” "My body is…. fuck …my body is beautiful…

Charlie suddenly frowned and said coldly, “You b*stard! Didn’t your mother teach you that you should be more polite when you talk to girls?!” The last of Solomon’s patience was exhausted at this point, and he pointed at Charlie as he said coldly, “F*ck! I’ve put up with you for a f*cking long time, kid!” After that, he pointed at Mr. Lanyon and said in a stern voice, “Mr. Lanyon, rip this kid’s tongue out immediately!” Mr. Lanyon narrowed his eyes at Charlie and said coldly, “Kid, you’re courting your own death, so don’t blame me for it!”

came to hear me say the right words, I don’t have them. I don't know what to say, I have a hole where a phone number should be. I have two boys who have witnessed more violence than most adults for boys but I also have this..” I placed my palm flat on the wood again. “I have their weight in the world. I’ll carry it. I will carry it.”My voice broke on the last word and Rebel stood before I could fall. She led me back to the front pew. The boys leaned against my sides, little shoulders burning like coals.We filed out to the cemetery under a sky that couldn’t decide if it wanted to rain or not. The ground was damp, the grass slick. People moved, tight, nervous, coordinated by fear. The graves