Sodapop Curtis Challenges Novels & Stories

No, I'm not afraid about you, about anything, about this competition, or anything else," I said while weeping. Damn it. At least stop crying. Yes, I need to stop, so I put a stop to my emotions. "Then. Amanda Parker, I challenge you to fight against me, or anyone else, in this competition." "What?" "Come on. If you have any guts then accept my challenge, and prove me wrong .though, I know that you can't stand in front of me, but I don't want to be that person who doesn't give chances to weaker one," he said. not making any eye contact with me, as he reacting like I'm not here, or just don't want to look in my eyes?

I say, coughing and wiping mouth with the back of my hand. Luke’s laughing his ass off. “It’s supposed to. Puts hair on a man’s chest." He backhands my arm. “Take it slow. You’ll get used to it.” Curtis looks at the bottle. “God, I missed this.” He tips the beer back and brings it back down. “Ah. Good stuff." Curtis is older so he was able to experience drinking before we went into hiding. Me not so much. I look around the circle of guys. Luke urges. “Go on. Little sips.” He encourages.

Bouncing at Curves meant that Curtis was among the first people to step forward when trouble started – and trouble started there often. While everyone else ran from the violent assholes with the guns and knives and pool cues, Curtis walked right on up to them, and he always came out on top. He was fast, and strong, and merciless, especially when one of the female staff or customers had been touched or roughed up. He was an expert and fearless fighter, and in eighteen months of working with him at Curves, Tessa had never seen him tender.

If it were, Curves would never turn a damn profit. When she’d gone back to the guys, Aidan made eye contact with Curtis and indicated with his head at the booth. Curtis turned his attention to Gabi and the guys, frowned at what he saw, looked back at Aidan and nodded. That was when Aidan relaxed a bit: he knew that Curtis was going to stay close. That was the best they could do with paying customers behaving themselves – and it’d do until the guys walked out the goddamn door. Hopefully never to be seen again.

With annoyance he said, “So, war it is.” Snarling with confidence, Austin said, “War is nothing to us. We will take you head on. We will fight for our freedom, dignity, pride, and honor.” “Your clan is just a piece of trash.” “Look who’s talking.” Curtis’s bushy eyebrows narrowed dangerously. “You piece of sh*t!” “I know you’re about to be ass wipe.” “You- YOU FOOL!” “I’m no fool. Curtis, the once right hand man of the king…”

They ended up watching a movie and eating ice cream with her in Susan’s room and Jason and I gave them some space. “I swear I will beat the shit out of that guy!’ Jason fumed. “Jason there is more you can do to a man than hurt him. I’ve told you this. You just need to be patient. I will make sure nobody ever hears from Curtis again when this is all over with.” The part that made me the angriest was Curtis hadn’t even answered the phone when Susan had called. I wasn’t sure if he’d already known or why he would put her off now but it continued to anger me and also concern me that Curtis knew the gig was up.

The question was how much was Penn going to play with Curtis, disgracing him before she ends it all? On getting to the courtyard, passing different people who saw the direction they were going, it would not be long before the steps would be filled with spectators to watch Penn give Curtis a whooping. “Weapons?” Curtis asked. “Yes, I will give you the opportunity of choosing first since we cannot use the same weapons against each other.” Penn responded. Curtis was confused. “Why?” “Because this is a challenge and not training, are you going to choose now? I don’t have a lot of time.” Penn snaps at Curtis who smirked at him.

"No. I am very aware of my needs. As I said when you hired me, my future is well-mapped, I have made it clear to all who matter. I like what I do and I am mindful that society is made better when my work helps worthwhile schools survive. My previous career gave me sufficient funds to comfortably exceed my modest needs. But I need other challenges, that is who I am. So now I am in a position to pursue those specialized challenges without deviating, and to be empowered to help others as I am helping you. So my plans have not changed... although I admit I have had cause to reassess... I might shift the timeline... but reached the same decision. To be blunt about it, why should I make some wife

Like I was truly going to be his. So I forced a smile onto my lips, taking a slow sip of the cold champagne while holding his gaze. Just then, a familiar figure pushed her way out of the crowd and walked unsteadily toward the platform. It was the same woman from the kitchen—Valeria. Her steps were slightly uneven, and her cheeks were flushed. She looked drunk. “Well, hello, Lucian,” she called out, her voice too loud and syrupy. “How glad I am to see you.”

It wasn’t anybody terrifying – though he suspected that some people might disagree with him on that point – since it was Dillon Saunders, his fellow badass, kick-ass bouncer. Dillon nodded in greeting, Curtis returned it. Dillon stalked over to the staffroom, shedding his heavy leather jacket as he went, returned a minute later. He looked around the room, checking things with his practiced eye, then headed over to Curtis. “OK night?” Dillon said in his husky voice, without preamble or small-talk, as per usual. “Trouble?” “None,” Curtis replied. “Tables to watch?” Curtis gestured at one near the pool tables. “The Road Devils are here tonight.”