Stay Gold Ponyboy Outsiders Novels & Stories

Goldie continues to advance further. “Hey, hey, hey!” Leonardo calls out to him, running to the doorway as well. He quickly jogs up the stairs of the basement, keeping a close eye on the young man ahead of him. As Goldie reached the top, he sees a group of armed men pointing their guns at him. Bullets started to rain, the sound of the firing squad was all he could hear. To defend himself, he holds his hands up. He has seen this before, and he does not intend to get shot or hurt again today. At this moment, his vision became clearer than before. The trajectory of each bullet becomes easier to spot. They all slowly come to a halt, remaining suspended in the air. The metal projectiles shake sli

He wore nothing under, leaving just too much for Jake to see. “I'm sorry," Jake said immediately, covering his eyes. “I don't have any change, sorry." Like every other zombied crack addict roaming the street, the man didn't give up. "Come on,” the old man wheezed as he held onto Jake's leg. "I will do anything. I just… I gotta get my fix man. I will suck your dock if I have to–" Jake lifted his leg and kicked the man in his face. His head snapped to the side with a small crack as he fell to the ground, knocked out cold. His chest rose and fell slowly while drool dropped down the side of his mouth.

"Us, I know that, but-" "-Gold is very stable, as I've said in the past. No matter the shape it's in, it's equally valuable. This chain… is a physical representation of what we have between us- our dynamic and promises in crystalline form, there in the stone. This set together should tell you, so long as yer honest, it doesn't matter if you stumble down a whole flight of steps, I'll have yer back- not that I want you takin' a spill down the steps, please don't do that, haha." Since he'd never been good at 'talks', he had to try to add some comic relief.

"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.

"A week ago, as I was searching for a job in the city, a young homeless girl came up to me and offered me the stone. She said she needed the money for food, mentioning that she hadn’t eaten in two days. Feeling compelled to help, I ended up buying the stone for fifty dollars, which was all the cash I had left." The stark contrast between poverty and wealth stirred the crowd's emotions. Yet, Homer remained unconvinced. "I find it astonishing that none of you can recognize anything of value!" Nathan had reached a breaking point, ready to retaliate. "I have no interest in associating with gold-digging fools like you! Especially you!" He shouted, pointing at Homer before seizing my hand and pull

I know his sort. “Ah, the self-appointed head boy. Also known as the school bully,” Goldie says, as if she is reading my mind. Broady glares at her. “Quiet you. The men are talking.” “One boy is talking absolute garbage, and one man and a woman are listening to it and we would rather not,” she quickly responds. It makes me snicker. “I am the King of this school.” Goldie gets to her feet, so she is standing above the seated Broady. “A King wouldn’t need to tell anyone he’s king. You’re a nobody compared to a king.” She sneers at Broady.

Kelvin. Gold was eight years old when Mr. Kelvin took him to an orphanage, he wanted to earn money like always to sell Gold. All his character and behavior were taken by Gold, Gold learns how to womanize from him and how to drink. He would always bring a bitch home and Gold who everything happens in his eye learned everything perfectly. At the orphanage, there was a rich couple who wanted to adopt a child and Mr. Kelvin sold Gold to them for one million dollars. Gold was enrolled to school by the rich couple and during his highschool Gold became the famous playboy till he got to university.

"Anya, I was tricked! Chris is garbage. He already had a whole other family—I was just the side chick. And forget rich—he's a scammer who cons women for cash. He's in jail now. I swear, never again. No more foreign guys!" Well, that came out faster than I expected. I peeled her off and dusted off my coat. "Cool. Remember that. Mom's still waiting for you to step up. The apartments are gone, so rent something. And do me a favor—stay out of my face. Just looking at you drains me." Then I turned and walked off, sunlight pouring across my back. This time? I'm living for me.

Sinclair POV I’ve returned to the old abandoned training camp. This place went out of business years ago. Here is where I would hide when I was bullied in school. It’s not far from the high school I went to, where Chad and Candy tormented me. No one ever found out about the building's secret entrance, so I would use it to study or hide. It still looked old and run down. The glass windows are still busted out, and the birds are still flocking around. Here is where I survived when all seemed lost. Here is where I found solace with the other outcast animals.

As the economy worsened, and the price of gold rose, a lot of people were ready to sell tarnished jewelry and broken dreams. He paid cash for gold and silver, so he had hired Dean -- a bouncer at a Washington Avenue club -- to accompany him. Dean was six-two, with bulging muscles, and tattoos up and down his arms and legs, and he looked like he was ready to burst out of his shorts and polo shirt.