Sodapop From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

"And I am not done." He presses the button and sprays a huge white glob right onto the front of Goldie's tight male shirt, right over his chest. "Oh my god!" Goldie Lockhart says, his eyes wide. "I cannot believe a big capo just did that to me!" "Is it too much?" Jack Horner asks, looking down. "I should clean it up for you." He drops the silver can, holds Goldie's arms tight, leans his big body down, and licks the sweet white cream right off the young man's chest. His warm tongue and his scratchy beard feel very wild against Goldie's skin. Goldie Lockhart is a young guy who never does bad street things with men, especially not with an older capo who is his ally's father. It is not what an e

SOPHIA I’d just stepped out of the mall, a half-melted scoop of vanilla and caramel swirl ice cream slowly dripping down my hand. The paper cup was cold, sticky at the edges. On the other hand, I carried a plastic bag full of things—Cheetos, crackers, a bottle of apple juice, and some hot corn dogs wrapped in foil. All for the boy and his father. How did I get the money? God, don’t ask.

His thin eyelids carried a faint blush. His long lashes were lowered slightly as he sang a foreign song, his voice husky and magnetic. I listened carefully, and it sounded like he was singing in Farvoan. The girls around us chattered and snapped photos. Kelly tugged at my arm excitedly. "Xandra, that's the lead singer of a band formed by students here! Isn't he handsome? He could totally debut right away!" He really was handsome. I nodded, intrigued. So, when he finished singing that day and the girls rushed up to ask for his number, I—much to Kelly's shock—also handed him my phone.

He looked at Sarah first, then at me, with those dark eyes that had learned very young to check adults for damage before announcing themselves. “Everything okay?” he asked. “Everything’s fine,” Sarah said. She held out her hand and he took it without self-consciousness, which a few weeks ago would have been unthinkable. Poppy appeared from behind the bar, drying her hands on her apron. She looked at us both with the sharp attention of a woman who had seen too much of the world to be fooled by composed faces. “That bad?” “We’re fine, Poppy,” I said. She made a sound that indicated she found this neither convincing nor satisfying. “I’ll put something together for the boy. He didn’t eat much.”

’ “Eden… “, She yelled, but Eden just showed her hand and kept walking toward the beggar lying outside the bar. He looked terrible. She was positive that he couldn’t be Colton and Calvin's father but damn to her smelling sense. It was playing a trick on her. “Eden!!”, Finally, Sophia too reached near her and kept her hand on Eden’s shoulder. “Why are you going toward anywhere near like this place?”, She asked, making a disgusting face. She hated Alcohol and the person drinking it. “Nothing. My nose is playing tricks with me. As per my sense, this homeless beggar is the father of your pups.” Eden laughed at her stupidity. The one who had given Sophia a black card could never be some beggar, o

“Or he’ll trip over his own shine.” Sophia burst out laughing. She tossed more popcorn at me and missed. “You’ll eat those words,” she said. A soccer ball rolled near our feet. A little boy came running after it, a gap-toothed smile across his face. “Sorry!” he called out. I nudged the ball back with my foot. “No problem,” I said. He grinned and ran off. Popcorn Pete came around the front of his cart again, hands in his jacket pockets. “You girls are enjoying the view?” he asked.

Feeling a buzz of alcohol flowing through my bloodstream, I close my eyes and try to concentrate on the song. Every part of me is in tune with the music until a strong male voice snaps me from my reverie. “You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.” He says with a reverent tone. Hearing those sweet words, I open my eyes and meet the dark molten chocolate ones of a stranger. The guy isn’t bad-looking with his hipster beanie cap, black glasses, skinny jeans, and black Nirvana shirt. Giving me a cocky smile, he raises a hand in greeting. “I’m Braeden. Can I join you?” Looking into his heart-melting eyes, I give him a sexy nod and take his hand. “Hi Braeden, I’m Sophia, and you can d

Sophie hesitated but accepted, raising her glass in cautious camaraderie. Moments later, Sophie felt dizzy. Her vision blurred, and the world spun. Too late, she realized she had been drugged. She stumbled, trying to stay upright, before passing out entirely. When she came to, she was lying on a couch in the empty barracks bar. Through the half-closed door of the adjacent room, she could hear muffled voices and laughter. Sophie froze, her heart sinking as she pieced together the scene from what she could overhear. Pandora and Jax, together. She crept quietly closer to the door, peering through the small crack. Jax was buried ballsdeep in Pandoras thighs. Her breasts bouncing as he slammed in

Sophia could never leave her mother behind. Feeling depressed in her room, Sophia decided to go out to drink at her usual spot. An omega tried to approach her with her food, but she ignored her and just left. The Razor's bar was Sophia's favorite because they were all allowed to wear masks in there, partying all day long without having to fear someone was looking at her.

THE INSTINCTS AWAKEN The Silver Spoon had run out of cherry syrup. It was a small tragedy, the kind that shouldn't have mattered, but Carly had set her heart on a cherry Coke and the denial sent her into a dramatic sulk that required an immediate walk to clear her palate. So they found themselves strolling down Main Street in the bronze light of late afternoon, the sidewalk radiating the day's stored heat up through the soles of Anna's sandals. "You're actually pouting," Anna said, bumping her shoulder against Carly's. "Over soda."