Sonnyboy Novels & Stories

Her mother asked, and Dawn looked at her. “Because Sammy has problems with his hands. He moves slower than other kids. He needs one that won’t bounce too much or be filled too much with air, so he doesn’t get hurt.” Dawn replied, and her mother looked at her weirdly. That was the beginning though no one expected the truth to come out the way it did.

Walking over to the log, I pry open my bottle of beer using the sharp edge before taking a single swig, immediately I'm met with a burning, bitter taste on my tongue. "There," I breathe out. "Now it's fair ground. If I snitch on you guys, I'll also be snitching on myself." I shock myself with this new profound confidence that came from knowhere. They all look at each other, and it looked as if they were having a silent conversation with their eyes. Then the blonde boy sighs in defeat.

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”

“His name is Sona. He is 20 years old. His father died two years ago because of sickness. That shameless woman is his mother. This boy was caught by one of the villagers last afternoon, kissing a girl near the men’s river. When they saw the man, they ran away. But we found them. After he is beheaded, the same will also be done to the girl. Where is Dira?” The man I assumed was Dira made his way up the cliff with an object I had never seen before. It had a handle and a head. The handle looked like it was wood, the head was something like rock. With a sharp edge. When Dira got closer, the boy Sona started to scream and cry even more. He just kept saying one thing. Please, please, please. Dira

I got inside and made my way all the way to back and crouched under a desk. Then I let the tears flow.I cried about everything.My mom and dads separation,how shitty I was feeling and my friends betrayal I cried till my head ached and I could feel my face swollen. I continued sobbing till I heard a voice at my back. I raised my head and looked at the person crouching beside me. It was a boy .And not any boy at that ,a freakishly handsome boy.

– I yelled at him in a rage. - Your mate? He rejected you. Mary incarnated him. He's my mate. She and I will leave this cursed pack and live happily ever after. - I jump, and Sonny appears snarling and ready to rip Brady apart. However, Brady jumps out the window, and his wolf lands safely on the ground. Looking up, he tells me by mind-link: “This didn't end here, brat. Mary is mine, and I will come back to take her with me.”

a boy just called me daddy, he says he is my son and that his mother is in trouble. -A boy you say? Oh, come on. It must have been a naughty little boy who, for lack of sleep, took his parents' phone and made up a number and you were his victim. -I don't think it's like you think, Leo. The boy said that Dario is hurting his mother. -What!” they all exclaimed in surprise. -That can't be a coincidence. What if our Bambi ran off with that jerk and he's mistreating her? -they wondered.

The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son . Chapter 11: in the woods . Jordan Smith was comfortable, his dreams nothing more than a blank page, but his body felt stiff from the cold. He cursed himself for leaving the window open but something felt different, his pillow firmer, the smell of a familiar cologne clouding his senses, and birds tweeting in the distance. It was a shock to blink his eyes open to see trees ahead of him and his cheek pressed into the shoulder of Derrick who was asleep also.

Daddy didn't want any reminders of my shame as he calls it. Now Mindy has been badgering me about going out with her. She knows I'm not allowed but it doesn't stop her from trying every so often. I like hanging out with Mindy, it makes me feel closer to her brother somehow though she never talks about him anymore. In the beginning she'd brought him up every other second but when she realized how much it hurt me she'd stopped. I miss hearing about him but it was just too painful. He was the only boy I'd ever loved. Well boy might be a bit of a stretch. He was twenty-three when I was eighteen. Rumor had it that he was smart but he was drawn to the dark side, fast cars and motorcycles.

With a curt nod, she whisked Arder away. "I guess I'll see you soon, Arder," he called out to her retreating figure. Arder turned to look over her shoulder as the boy pushed the door open and walked back into the rain. She frowned at his words, what a strange statement for a stranger to make It was as she trailed behind Sophie that the alarm bells going off in her mind became clear. He was the boy from the graveyard.