Novelas y relatos de Sonnyboy

Sonny took my five hundred thousand and charged into the night like a boar in heat. Early the next morning, two men in black threw him back onto our doorstep like a piece of trash. “Ah! It hurts! My leg! Mom! Dad!” Sonny was covered in blood. The designer suit had been torn into rags, and his face was swollen like a steamed bun. “That middleman was a scammer! He took the money and ran, then had people beat me up!”

I sighed as I put on my sun glasses and revised, before taking to the roads. Is thistthe part where i introduhce myself? I guess... Hi, my name is Theodore, Theodore Adams, I'm 26 years old, I work in a remodeling organization called MRC which is located at the coast side of Bene town, Konan City, A City that has a mixture of everything you'd never expect, from the good and quiet neighborhood like Beverly hills in US to a party like city like Las Vegas, That's Limpopo AKA the forgotten zone. You see, this City is broken down into three towns, One for the rich, the middle class and for the poor people. The forgotten zone is kind of the worst place you'd ever want to raise a child in, it's not

I said quickly. "Summer, don't..." Tony started to protest. "Listen to your girlfriend," the man said and came forward to grab me. "Don't touch her!" Tony roared and attacked him. Everything happened quickly. I saw Tony struggle with the kidnapper then I heard another gunshot. I quickly dropped down on the floor. But, if there was one thing my dad taught me, it was not to act like a damsel in distress. I got up and jumped on the man's back who was hovering over Tony, trying to choke him. Then I bit him on his neck in a true vampire style.

The gas station buzzed like it was trying to die. Flickering lights, one pump out of order. A broken sign that used to say COLD BEER AND ICE now just says OLD CE I. Jessie leaned against the counter, elbows on the counter, going through a dog-eared book. Her boots were up on a crate of milk, and she had one headphone inserted. In the background, the radio on the shelf above the old-timey piano wheezed static over some long-forgotten country tune that sounded like it'd been stuck on since Reagan's regime.

"He's there! He's there!" I turn my head and find that guy from the photos Jo showed me. He's walking towards us, and I can't help but think he looks like Ashton. He's in short sleeves, I don't know how, but he has a couple of tattoos that only cover his right arm. He's handsome, but I understand Jo's fear of coming alone to meet him; I would never meet someone I met on social media alone. "Hi," he greets us, smiling at Jo like a playboy. "Finally, I meet you."

His reaction made Sonya need to catch his little but fast running steps… “Stop…” Sonya asked him to stop running with a higher pitch. “I am not hurting you…” She tried to catch the little boy’s running steps and he made her a little bit huffed and puffed to run after him. But the little boy seemed to ignore her and kept running into the heart of the forest…he almost reached the Sacred Land…

She saw his eyebrows skirt high in his forehead at her words and he pursed his lips at her. “Nonno, I believe my little topolina is calling us a pair of fake pussies!” Sonny snorted not looking up from where he stared lovingly into the dark brown eyes of his new puppy. “She knows better.” “Mm,” Sasha shook her head as Rin’s fingers squeezed her hips warningly. “I don’t know Sonny. I’ve yet to see anything which would scare me.”

Sophie says with a laugh making Eve laugh, "So tell me about the boy?" "What? What boy?" Eve asked not sure how Sophie could always do that. "Oh come on you have the biggest dumbest smile I have ever seen. That only means two things you either had some amazing sex or you met an amazing guy. So which one would it be?" she teased kinking her eyebrow at Eve who just smiled even bigger.

The boy kept pleading. “Who are you? Where do you come from?” I asked him. “He seems homeless, I have never seen him here.” Ken told me. He threated to hit the boy who cowed in fear. Ken laughed. “Please, forgive me, I will not do it again.” The boy begged. “Do you want me to tell him to kill you?” I asked him, pointing to Ken. Ken came towards him. “Please, beg your husband not to kill me.” The boy said.

“What’ll it be?” “Tequila,” I said. The word felt foreign on my tongue. I’d never touched it, not once. I knew better-our family history was a long list of livers that failed before their time. But tonight, I didn’t care. Tonight, I wanted something strong enough to burn the betrayal out of my throat. “One shot?” I laughed bitterly. It sounded ugly, like something broken. “Keep them coming.”