Ponyboy Now Novels & Stories

In the audience, Benedict looked at me with bright, shining eyes that were full of pride. Once he was all grown up, he got into a prestigious college and even found a woman he loved. On the day they got married, I sat in the front row and looked at the once-scrawny young boy who was now a handsome man in a suit, carrying himself with confidence and vigor. In my old age, I often sat on the rocking chair on the front porch, watching Benedict kick a ball around the yard with his son—my grandson. Now, the warm sunlight no longer blinded me.

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.

I'm doomed! "I'm Alexander Villamonte, a pleasure to meet you." He said when he realized that we haven't introduced our names to each other so he's still basically a stranger. Damn! What situation I got myself into! It's trouble. "Follow me!" Dad said with full of authority. We quietly followed them to the living room Xander and I sat side by side while mom and dad were sitting across from us. I just played with my hands due to nervousness. Why do I have this feeling as if I am introducing a boyfriend?

The cool air hadn’t even settled yet when Niya stepped outside, nerves fraying faster with each inhale. Pony was already pacing, biting her thumbnail like she was seconds from breaking down, but the moment her eyes landed on Niya, her shoulders dropped, her face lit up, and relief poured through every inch of her expression. “Niya!” she cried, sprinting toward her. Niya’s eyes widened, heart thudding in her chest. “No…” Her voice cracked with a mix of relief and embarrassment.

“All right, kids. What say we play catch-up over at the beer tent? I’m getting hungry and thirsty.” Sandy tittered. A lusterless “ha, ha, I don’t care whatever” kind of sound. Bobby nodded weakly, happy to fall in step with the couple on the far side of Tommy, where he didn’t have to see the pale and cracked vision of what Sandy Clem had become. ***

He’d never seen her so upset. He was afraid of alienating her. She might cut him off. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that, Sonny Boy.” Sonny Boy became sweet again. “You’re someone very special, Dink. It’s time you realized that about yourself.” “I’m still a week away from payday.” “Oh, payday, smayday, never let payday get in your way. Sonny Boy’s always got a way to pay.” “Listen, suppose I do some cheap shit now and get back to the pure shit next month?”

“He responded text-book well to treatment and never gave up.” “You’re going to make a little girl happy one day,” I tell Pongo, not risking petting him since I haven’t changed my clothes. “Or a little boy,” Jacob quips. “I am not ashamed or embarrassed to admit I considered my pony my best friend until I was about nine.” “Oh, why does that make me all teary-eyed?” I ask with a laugh, and Jacob slips his arm under the bottom of my shirt “You’re an even bigger sap than I am when it comes to horses.”