Ponyboy The Outsiders Novels & Stories

Eight years into the Cappello family, and only today did I discover there's a meeting room beneath the estate. Half an hour ago, my husband Julian put on his coat and said he was heading to the New Jersey docks to handle a smuggling shipment. Five minutes after he left, the estate's internal line rang. It was Julian's driver, asking if he should have the car washed. It had gotten dirty from yesterday's rain. Julian never rides in anyone else's car for long trips. If he'd gone to New Jersey, his driver should be behind the wheel right now. I went down to the second-level basement garage. His car was still there. The emergency stairwell beside it was inexplicably open. I followed it down and f

In worst cases, the overall ranking of Adelaide Academy will definitely drop. Upon knowing those possibilities, I still did not stop running Ringo Dingo. Instead, I am working hard to make my business grow. This is the only way I know that will help me in surviving this life. Even my own parents forgot about me. I haven’t heard a thing from them since the day they left me. It’s funny how I still call them ‘parents’ even though they didn’t treat me as their child. I had no one else to run. It has always been myself and I.

And then a gunshot erupted through the apartment. The masked figure jerked violently, their hold on me loosening. I dropped hard to the floor as another shot cracked through the room. The intruder stumbled toward the window, pain twisting their movements. They didn’t speak this time. They didn’t need to. Their message had already been delivered. They slipped out the window into the storm, disappearing into the night as if the darkness swallowed them whole. My entire body trembled. I forced myself to look toward the hallway. Adrian stood there, soaked to the skin, his gun raised, his chest rising and falling with fury that radiated like heat from a furnace. His hair clung to his forehead. His

Nothing to make a fuss about. He transferred by the end of the week. People said he “moved upstate”. But I knew better. I remembered. I always remembered. Because Pinegate Hollow doesn’t have room for soft things. Especially not boys who look too long. Especially not at other boys. And especially not when they get seen.

“What about it?” “Who were those boys Loa? Why were they helping us?" “You're asking me,” I snort, kicking at a rock as we walk to school. “I was surprised as you. They’re Z level boys, so I'm not sure what happened yesterday." “Where’d you go?” “With Sammy.” “Sammy? As in Samuel Blue?” “I guess,” I shrug, glancing at her. “You know him?” “Of course I know him! Everyone knows him!”

I assured her softly. “Nice one” a voice suddenly echoed behind me with an applaud. When I turned to look who it was, it was the gang leader. I fixed my gaze on the young handsome boy whose innocent look, was altered by the tattoos that embroidered his body. He had a pistol under his right arm pit, and on his left shoulder was his white T-shirt which was stained with blood. Picking the T-shirt on his shoulder, he used it to dab the blood flowing down his lips. “Impressive boy, but I'm proud to tell you that you messed with the wrong gang, and for that you are going to pay for it”

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.

Joe was in prison. He hadn't heard from Dolly. Had Dolly turned her back on him. Everyone else had. His mother was angry with him. His father was disappointed in him. They had big dreams of Joe being a professional football P-shift. His parent’s thought Dolly was nothing more than trailer park trash. Joe should have left her alone years ago. This garbage had destroyed his life. He would now be called a drug user. People in the city were already talking about him being a drug dealer. It was the fault of this trashy girl.