Novel & Cerita Stay Gold Ponyboy

Kevin whispered in my ear, making me chuckle in happiness, I was also flabbergasted by his reaction, this wasn't what I expected. “Hello, Junior Grande,” I pulled back and gave him a cheerful smile, he had light brownish hair with the same light eyes, his pointy nose and big eyes were my favourite, and now he was chuckling over his new nickname, it was a pleasant sight to my eyes. “You knew my name, huh?” I poked his nose, he was only chuckling on my behaviour. “Why were you crying when I came in?” I asked him, friskily. “Miss. Hyde stole my favourite gold plate. I love to eat in it,” He told me. Fuck, Gold plate, it must be fine deal she stole.

oh this school looks like a quiet palace as if he read my mind he said "damn this place look like a Palace, are you should we are in the right place" he pulls out a Map inside the car, I relax, trying to check if I can feel my Gold dust anywhere around here, that how I will know if he's here or not then I felt it yes! I got it, but it was very faint, his 18 now, it is a miracle the Gold dust is still on him, I walk toward the direction where the Gold dust is coming from. "where are you going.., are you sober now" Liam yell behind me, I stop, he crashes on my back and fell on the floor

"Oh my god" Thera exclamied, she could not keep her eyes off the persons coming to their direction, just then Gold and Silver came out from no where and interupted them " hey guys" Gold said," we've been looking all over for you guys" Sophia was supried because both Gold and Silvers were now blond and dark grey

Even at Blackthorn University, he keeps away from the messy street crowds, learns the sacred mafia code, and keeps his status high. It is the big break week, and many people go down to the Sapphire Coast territory to party hard. But not him. Goldie Lockhart is back at the protected family estate with the family heads, and tonight he wants to see Kitty Softpaws, his trusted family ally from the old days.

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a