Sodapop The Outsiders Novels & Stories

“Who said I’m taking it as mine? Ireregalo ko siya sa isang tao.” The guy laughed in return. “Hay nako. Hindi ko na kailanga’ng hulaan kung sino.” He shook his head. “But I don’t think your lifetime crush will accept this. At higit sa lahat,” he breathed out, “aanhin ni Devon ang kabayo?” Now, these strangers are planning to take me as a present for someone who is an equal stranger. These lower beings . . . ! Once I turn into my real self, I will devour them with no fail!

Brandon POV I walked beside Barry with Sophia in his arms and Dylan next to me. The five boys locked up with Dylan shouted at us for being liars and hybrid loving traders. We are going to need to leave them down here for a little while. We stood outside the pack house with swarms of people around us. The crowd looked pissed, and they continue to throw stuff at us. Barry had put Sophia down to stand on her own two feet, but she wasn't doing too well.

I_pooped Do you want to see him or not? Chloe_awesome_scott SHOW ME! AT LEAST I WILL HAVE SOME ADVANTAGE OVER HIM. I_pooped Um...okay, do you see that guy in a blue t-shirt near the counter? Yes_you_suck OMG! THAT'S LIAM, SOPH! I_pooped Oof, let me finish first. Do you see the guy talking to Liam? Chloe_awesome_scott Uh...the guy picking his nose? I_pooped Ew...no! He is not talking to Liam! Move just a little further.

Sofia said, clearly prioritizing a patron over a part-time employee like Poppy. ​ “Ms. Jennings!” ​ “Apologize to the gentleman right now, Poppy,” Sofia commanded, her tone dropping into a serious, no-nonsense growl. ​ “No!” Poppy snapped. She turned on her heel, marched back to the counter, grabbed her shoulder bag, and stormed out through the back of the shop. But she hadn't made it even three steps past the rear exit before she was jerked back, slamming into the building's exterior wall. ​ “Mr. Thomas! Why are you following me?!” Poppy cried out. She was pinned against the back wall, unable to move. He had one of her hands clamped in his grip, while his other arm was braced against the wa

“The Betty’s come by Touchdown Tavern all the time. They have become like family. And tonight, away from prying eyes and sloppy drunks, we have the place to ourselves, courtesy of them.” Ophelia opens her arms wide to the small space, but unlike Camila’s date at Big Steaks, this feels so much nicer and more intimate. We sit down, and as I open my menu, I can’t help but glance up at Ophelia. “You know, for being the ‘enemy,’ you’re pretty spectacular.” She grins. “Oh? Is that so?” “Yeah, but I’m pretty sure you’re just secretly an Ozark fan in hiding. You can’t be against the best team in the AFA!”

He greeted her, as she gave him a hug. At that same time, Alexander was coming our way. While Chris moves to my other side to give room for Alex. "Addie, I was waiting for you. You look, beautiful Princess." He whispered in my ear, his tone was a bit threatening but sexy at the same time. He was making me giddy on the inside, especially when he lowered his voice down as he called me Princess, which made me wet instantly, and from his smirk, he definitely knew. "Oh sorry. Alex, this is Shane the owner of this establishment and one of my college buddies. Shane, this is my boyfriend Alex." They shake hands briefly, and a bit tense. But from Shane's looks, I assumed he was used to this kind of a

Taking advantage of Ricks’ confusion, he quickly opened the cap “This is a bad idea,” he muttered as the cap flew off the Soda. “Here you go rick!” The Soda splashes all its content towards Rick stunning him. Rick took fully all of the blasts, his hands in front of him unable to stop being soaked by the Soda, stopped in his tracks. His buddies all shocked, a few of them gives a snigger.

Two separate pints of ice cream were melting into sticky puddles next to an open bag of cookies. And in the center of the destruction stood the culprit. Phoebe had changed into a pair of faded denim shorts and a bright yellow t-shirt that had the words “More Espresso, Less Depresso” printed across the front in cheesy, cursive lettering. She was currently holding a smoking slice of toast in one hand, using a plastic butter knife to aggressively scrape a layer of black char directly onto my pristine floor, all while singing along to the terrible pop music at the top of her lungs.

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 things I'd do to fuck that. The sound of slow clapping made both of us freeze. "Well, Well, Well. My brother fucking our innocent little stepsister? Shocker."