Stay Gold Ponyboy Novels & Stories

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

“I have to go.” Victor juts grins and nods, “Yep. Take care.” Weirdly Leo made his way out, leaving Victor Lyndon and his craziness for the day behind. Even odd things happened to him on his trip home. He had decided to go grocery shopping and had parked his car alongside the road when another boy, considerably younger than Victor Lyndon, approached him out of nowhere as he was ready to walk to his car. He appeared to be in his early twenties. He acquired a blonde military-style haircut, and they're both six feet three inches tall. The kid, on the other hand, had angry eyes and was dressed in full black to resemble a threat. However, this is New York, therefore a black leather jacket, black

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.

Even though I’ve never felt threatened by Ponyboy, I can’t help but be wary. I’m about to ask him to leave when I notice the object he’s holding in his hand. It’s a cell phone, but not just any cell phone─ it’s Jez’s cell phone. I recognize Jez’s pink Burn Book cover. Jez is a big fan of the movie Mean Girls.

"Someone else is thinking! Someone else is in here!" "Who?" Zack grabbed her. He looked at the door. The handle turned. Slowly. "I'm looking for the boy," a voice said. It was a child's voice. Soft. Sweet. The door creaked open. The Golden Boy stood in the hallway. He was wearing the same onesie he’d had on in the cathedral. But he wasn't ten anymore. He was a teenager. Lean. Powerful. His violet eyes filled the room with a light that smelled like burning ozone.

He nodded, "This neighbourhood is so familiar, I just can't get it out of my head. Is this a feeling of deja vu?" "I wouldn't be surprised if you came here to cause trouble." He pouted, "Why do you abou see me as a troublesome guy? I like you a lot you know." "Thanks for bringing home, I appreciate it" I bowed sarcastically. Hopefully I can move out of here soon enough so he won't look for me. "I am not that easy to get ridden of. Remember, I am Gold. The biggest name in the city, I will find you even if you hide inside the ground sweetie. Stop being so stubborn."

Gold told the half-truth to Fatty Bao. Fatty Bao went silent for a bit after hearing what Gold said, but then he smiled and shrugged off the uneasy feelings. In his mind, no matter what, his young master will always be his young master. No matter what he may be, his young master was still the one who cared for them the most.

One of the women said, "The reason there are so few ponyboys is that they are rarely allowed to cum if at all, to keep them more obedient. Whereas as ponygirls are constantly forced to orgasm to keep them obedient. That is why there are more ponygirls than boys." Cody whimpered as those words settled into his brain. Normally he would jerk off six or seven times a day usually thinking of Hannah. He couldn't imagine being denied that release. He began struggling with his handcuffs desperately to get to his still erect cock, which caused several people watching him to laugh. Eventually Hannah returned and opened his cage. She carresed his ass and thighs and said, "You are going to make an excel

“Because I know everyone in this town, even the passing truck drivers. You are not from here. Stone smiles, licking his lips. “We're from Arizona. My eyebrows draw together. “Why would you want to come to South Dakota? This time Zeno speaks with a laugh. My heart beats fast against my chest. — Looking for a friend. — I hope you find him. Are you ready to order? ** One by one, I take their orders, before heading to the register to place them. The strong smell of coffee fills the air as a new pot starts brewing. — Blue eyes are watching. Goldie murmurs, turning around so her back is to them and against the counter. "Take his number and fuck him hard for me?" Have fun for me? I bit back a laugh

On the livestream, the name I was using—"Serena Smith"—hung from a dog's neck, swinging back and forth. Alverton University's top four golden boys stood around it, playing their latest game—love ring toss. Whoever landed a ring on the dog "won" me. Four rings were already stacked around its neck. Adrian Locke chuckled. "Well, this is lively. All four of us into the same little bitch?" Finley Gibson arched a brow. "She's a broke transfer. How much could she know? She's probably already dazzled."