The Boys Comic Novelas e Histórias

Beside him stood a quiet looking red haired boy with sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes and full red lips. The last of the group was perhaps the most intimidating of all—a broad-shouldered guy with messy, dark brown hair and a chiseled jawline, his lips set in a near-permanent scowl. Their collective energy was magnetic, dangerous even, and they all looked at us as if they were sizing us up— “Those young men are known as the Vicious Boys.” Vincent’s voice interrupted my train of thoughts and I did not miss the warning in his voice. “You’d do well to stay away from them. They’ve earned their reputation.”

she explained flexing her legs. “Okay I understand. They are actually short, thought it was just me that noticed. About those guys in class, The Daleton boys. Who are they?” I asked curiously. She gave a deep sigh before answering my question. “So the Daleton boys are the top three most popular and richest kids of Daleton prep. They rule the school and nobody dares to go against them. Rumors have it that they’re part of some elitist gang in the city but I’m not really sure about that. The three of them are really good looking and gorgeous and every girl in Daleton prep is inlove with them and believe they can get to date them.”

It felt new every time, and he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him, because whatever the boys were about to do would be worse than being buried alive. The first boy drawled. “Well, well. Where are we skittering off to now, huh?” The boy had a look on his face that had been etched into Wayne's head. He always had that look–like every damn thing was a game to him. Though he was younger than the other boys, he was stronger. It was felt around him in the air as his strong pheromone hit like a threat. It was like the kind of power that came from early awakening to Wayne.

CHAPTER TWO: Ollie’s POV I spent the next ten minutes hiding in the kitchen like some kind of coward. The music pounded through the walls, bass shaking the cabinets, but at least it was quieter in here. Fewer people, too. Just a couple of girls rummaging through the fridge and some guy passed out on the counter with Sharpie doodles all over his face. His friends must’ve gotten bored and left him like that, cartoon mustache, glasses, the word loser scrawled across his forehead. That was how this house worked. Nobody cared if you embarrassed yourself. They just made sure to laugh and pile on.

The two boys plunged into the cold water almost simultaneously as people around them cheered them on. The eight feet icy water swallowed them whole before they kicked upward and burst through the surface a few seconds later. They'd barely caught their breath before the bedroom door exploded inward upstairs. Jacob stormed into the room and ran past the screaming girl, headed to the window just in time to see Ethan and Tom climbing out of the pool. "You little pieces of shit!" he screamed. Ethan looked up and grabbed Tom's arm. "Run!" The two bolted across the backyard as Jacob leaned farther out of the window, screaming his lungs out.

I pulled out my copy of The Great Gatsby—we’d been dissecting it for three weeks, and I’d grown to hate the green light almost as much as I loved the prose—and tried to focus on the notes I’d taken the day before. The door opened, and I looked up automatically. It wasn’t Mia. A boy walked in, and the room’s ambient noise dimmed by a few decibels. He was tall, with dark hair that fell across his forehead in a way that looked deliberate but probably wasn’t. His jaw was sharp, his cheekbones high, and he moved with an easy confidence that didn’t seem forced. He wore a plain black hoodie and carried a single notebook, like he’d decided school wasn’t worth the effort of a bag.

In fact, many saw Tom as a superhero. It wasn't really hard for them to learn about what had happened because most of those juniors had older ones in Mcbornie Senior High. They were able to gather a comic story in no time, and, according to Tiana, “Believe me, you do not want to see the comic story they made out of your heroic deeds!”— giggling so hard that Tom couldn't help but laugh as well. Meanwhile, while they were speaking about other topics, later on, they noticed a chubby boy approaching. Screwing his eyes and shading his brows from the sun rays with a hand, Thomas recognised the person immediately.

If you agree then I might send you a picture of my scar someday, hehe… “What’s the problem?’ Gabi and the rest showed up from no where “The boys wanted to watch Jurassic world even when I told them we were seeing AFTER” Cassie pouted as she reported us to her savior and protector. Oh yeah, just lay it all down like the dirty snitch you are Cassie, I didn’t expect less.

Everyone was happy to have me with them but seriously, I was not! Just then a gang of boys approached me and introduced themselves. Every high school had a gang of boys who consider themselves the heroes while the others, mere waste. They always made themselves shown as the only worthy youth of the place with a high ending attitude and these boys were exactly of those kinds. But now, things were going to be different because the bad boy has arrived!!!

The last boy was so scared he abandoned his fallen friend so he could throw himself at the stairs, screaming as he bolted down them. Fox ran over to Cosmo, who planted a kiss on her cheek, before they both walked away from the stunned room. The Creations remained, to tear the skin and clothes from the two boys; fighting over the dangling, dripping guts lodged in their teeth that they tried to tug from the other. What. The. Fuck. WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT WAS THAT?!