Ponyboy Goals Novels & Stories

"So what's this then,? You have babies on the way two of them and you just all of a sudden want to disappear and be someone else? What kind of games are you playing Jordan?" "Do i look like am playing?" Jordan asks lifting his walking stick as he points at his legs "Jordan i know more than anyone elss, what it feels like to want to reinvent yourself, but that doesn't mean you should disappear, your parents are worried, Ella, you will loose your companies, everything you have ever worked so hard for" "I don't care about any of that stuff anymore, i rather have nothing than be Jordan Baker" "Jordan, i don't know what you told that girl, but you can't turn your back on who you really are"

“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.”

I smirked and rubbed my hands like I was Soo damn ready to devour a prey, just like Tom does when he thinks Jerry has surrendered “You’ve got a plan set out?” D asked Of course! If not I wouldn’t be the king of Playboys for nothing. “Yep. But now I’m just thinking of how much of a dish she would be, she’d be so sweet to devour… Her money could seriously take me to a much higher status I wouldn’t even need to work anymore. Then I’d climb the ladder and soon, I’d be hanging with the president’s daughter.” “That’s the dream” we said in unison

Power was efficient when it didn’t have to shout. Later at recess, I saw her with that friend—Bethany—sitting in the corner like two awkward birds. I felt a pull at the sight of them, the same tug I feel when a plan checks out. I walked over, my twenty-dollar lemonade in hand because I liked the idea of ruining the picture fully. One toss, and the liquid hit the book. The soft rip of pages was satisfying in the way a good sentence should be.

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

“Don’t deny it. I’ve seen the way you look at him.” “Whatever,” she flushed. “Happy Birthday, Penelope Fairchild. My one and only bestie.” “Oh yas! Happy Thanksgiving, Niy. Don't make me cry,” Pony’s grin widened as she pulled her in for a tight snuggle. Niya couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips as she dropped Pony off by the subway. Typical. Her best friend never wanted to drive even if she had a car that actually worked. Something was always wrong with it. A battery that refused to cooperate, brakes that squealed like a dying mice, or an engine that only started when it felt like it. Pony was a type of drama that came factory-installed, and Niya loved her more.

"I'm not trying to burst your bubble, but the two of us are only slightly stronger than your average warrior. I think you're setting your sights too high by saying we'll make at least a million. It's quite likely we won't get that much." Goyle frowned. "There you go again. You're always so miserable! You love to look at the negative side of things, worrying too much! I just set that goal to give us some motivation. After all, it's better to aim for the stars and get the moon. I'm trying to push us forward, but you keep holding us back!" The more Goyle spoke, the more frustrated he got. He felt like his brother was just too depressing as if they would fail at the next moment.