Sodapop Curtis Challenges Mga Nobela at Kwento

that would mean that Theophilus will have no inheritance. “You intend to disinherit my son?” quipped Curtis. “You do get the picture, don't you? Hunger has not taken away your senses,” said Audrey. “I will not do it. I would rather you end my life,” spat Curtis. I admired his fortitude; I would likely have said the same thing if I were in his shoes though.

Kurt looks funny with his eyebrows knitting together. “Woah!” Chris exclaimed in surprise. Kurt looked surprised too. He gave the Popsicle to Chris while wearing a smug grin. Chris laughed, “get one more and I will be impressed.” Kurt take on the challenge and entered another coin. “You're so lucky today, how could you win two consecutive times?!” Kurt quickly opened the strawberry flavored popsicle. “Ah, the taste of victory.” Chris snorted and shook his head, “I shouldn't compliment you. Air is getting in your head.”

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.”

He looked longingly at the smoldering butt, then at his interrogator. “You’re in deep shit, Jonesy,” said his old partner, Randy. Curtis smiled even broader. This was a game he knew only too well. “Brought you outta retirement for this, partner? How’s Dolores? Send her my best, will you?” Curtis’s voice sounded like gravel even to himself. No doubt due to his two-pack-a-day habit lubricated by bourbon.

Soon, the waiters began serving dishes and drinks one after another. Calvin got up to pour drinks and serve dishes for them. The two children had endless topics to chat about and got along exceptionally well. The adults didn't disturb them. Margot knew that Curtis couldn't eat much, so she made his dishes lighter. Tommy and Calvin didn't know that Curtis was ill, so they poured him beer. Little did they know that Curtis would reject them. "You two drink. Curtis has quit drinking." Tommy didn't know why this big CEO had to quit drinking. He smiled and said, "Can't you at least drink a small cup for a toast? Just one."

The cemetery erupted in furious shouting. Every gaze turned on Eden, filled with disgust and contempt. Curtis broke under it. He collapsed to the ground, shaking. Clack, clack… One bead after another rolled out from his pant leg. Eden lunged forward and clamped both hands around Curtis's throat. "It was you! This is all because of you! I'll kill you. You're going to pay for Harvey with your life!" Curtis's eyes rolled back as he struggled, hands flailing wildly.

“Y’all just gonna gang up on me before we even leave?” “No,” Haylee said softly. “We’re just honest.” Curt raised his can. “Fine. But when I save your lives out there, I expect gratitude in all edible forms and statues.” “No one’s building you a statue,” Lechandray said, snapping her rifle back together with a click that made Curt visibly flinch. "And by the time I'm through with you cuz, the only form of edibles you will be eating will have no sugar contents." “Damn, cuz. Can’t take a joke?”

“Soren will never be a problem to us. He is too small for us” “That he is” Zel acknowled with a satisfied low hum. Curtis believed that Soren was a fly he could deal with. He would deal with him before he even realised what was happening.

I focused on the screen, typing out 'cult' and mentioning Misty and Remus there. After hesitation, I typed in how it seemed like Misty was an odd choice to be in a cult. She acted pleasant as if she genuinely enjoyed having me there as a pet. Plus, if said cult was meant to be hush-hush, why would she tell me about it? Maybe she figured learning more was inevitable for me.

Dammit, I probably reek of fear by now. One of the goons chuckled, nudging his companions shoulder. "Think she's mute or somethin'?" Curtis smirked. "Nah, she's just scared." The way he eyed at my body both disgusted and terrified me. I knew, if he had things his way, he would've already rip my clothes off and mounted me, or whatever else these guys do to their 'merchandise'. Despite my situation, I was able to gather the bits of courage I had in me to speak, hopping it would save me some time.