Stay Golden Ponyboy Book Novels & Stories

When the sun the up? Oh, well. I throw my phone carefully on the blue pillow on the bed. I haven’t read in a bit, so I take one of my favorite books. Though I have read it numerous times, it’s an epic book. I run my finger on the letters on the cover page of the book. The letters reads: THE OUTSIDERS. I sigh satisfyingly and begin my book. In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator.

“Phoenix.” Maggie and Phoenix’ looked up in the direction of the voice and both women’s eyes went wide. There, hovering a few feet above the ground was a boy, a teenager who looked to be no older than Ginny. His dark skin glowed with a golden hollow and his curly dark hair had a golden halo around it. “B-Basten?” Phoenix breathed. Her fingers unwrapped from the sword’s hilt and dropped to her side. She turned and took a step forward but only a step because her eyes were brimming with tears.

Golden finished cleaning the house and retired to her room where she was served plain porridge and stale bread for dinner. She showered and got dressed. All her belongings stayed in her backpack, and she found out no one ever touched her old home. Nor did another pack take it over, so she planned to go back home and start over. She could hide out until her eighteenth birthday, which was only five years away. Golden awoke to Lucky yanking her out of the bed around two in the morning. “My father is going to pick up my brother. Go on a walk with me…” She snatched up Golden's leash and dragged her through the back door, yanking her into the woods.

The door slammed shut with a heavy, airtight *thud*, cutting off the roar of the burning mansion completely. As Marcus slid into the driver's seat and jammed the vehicle into reverse, the sedan accelerated away from the burning crater of the Gilded Fortress, plunging deep into the fog-heavy upstate roads. Vivian stared out the tinted rear window, watching the orange glow of the fire fade into the gray mist. She reached into the pocket of her torn cashmere sweater, her fingers brushing past a small, hard object she had managed to snatch from the floorboards of the master suite before the explosion.

When I saw the look on Hailey's face, I quickly hurried after them. However, as I reached the stairwell corner, I heard Mom speaking proudly to her in a bright, satisfied voice. "Finally, we can dump Caroline, that burden! She actually thinks I'd help her with treatment? I wish she'd drop dead!" Mom affectionately patted Hailey's hand, and her eyes gleamed. "Hailey, haven't you always liked Ashton Lloyd? Now that Caroline is sick and probably doesn't have much time left, you'll finally get her boyfriend."

Poppy shouted as the DJ started blasting some really decent club anthems. “Was this another one of your surprises?” I shouted at Poppy to be heard. “No, this was mum and dad’s doing! They said it wasn’t fair to keep you just doing ballroom dancing all night, how boring!” She shouts back with a smile. I turned a little to face them with a smile I mouthed a thank you before Poppy dragged me and Ryder to the dance floor, we spent all evening dancing, drinking, eating and having a wonderful time but looking at the time and it saying 11pm I suddenly realised I needed to get ready to go for my shift, all three of us snuck out of the room and went to get changed to meet at the back entrance to head

Darryl’s smile fades as he looked at his brown eyes, remembering the first time he really looked into them. “What’s wrong?” Goldie asks as he shows Darryl the book. “You really want that?” He asked again, taking the book from his hands, “You could’ve chosen Harry Potter or something.” “Yes, I want this,” Goldie replies shortly. Darryl looks at the book cover and looks back at Goldie. “I guess it suits you.” After paying for their items, the two males exit the bookstore. Darryl looks at his phone’s clock and realized that it was almost time for lunch. He turns to Goldie and asks,

By the looks of the almost empty display, it’d turned out to be a good gamble. Anyway, a sarcastic remark was brewing but before I could speak, I heard the click-hiss of Bobby’s inhaler and saw him snag a copy. He stuck his inhaler into his front jeans pocket, opened the hideously yellow book and began flipping through it. I stood there, working my jaw, as if chewing a particularly troublesome piece of cud. Bobby eagerly flipped through the book’s pages, which I noticed were gilt a glittering golden-yellow along the edges. Finally I swallowed and managed, “Are you kidding me, Bobby? You’re not actually gonna . . . ”

Goldie hit the ground, the oozing stump of his left leg cut off at the knee, once fluffy tail now docked. "You fucking animal!" He'd shifted back, blood loss weakening him without the influence of a full moon. He looked like the type of man that would try to sell you a used mattress over Craigslist. "What kind of sick bastard loads with pure silver?" The barrel pressed against Blondielock's forehead. In all my twenty-six years of living on this earth, I had never seen the infamous Midnight Cowboy. He was smaller than I expected.

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