Novel & Cerita The Curtis Brothers The Outsiders

What about Ian? As soon as he started school, my mother quickly bought him a new phone and computer. She even glorified it. "Your younger brother will become a big shot, unlike you. People like you will only end up in the gutter for the rest of your life, and there’s no way you can ever compare to your younger brother." However, it was precisely a loser like me who saved Ian's life at the critical moment. After learning he had escaped, I was so angry that I drove home overnight to make him turn himself in and explain.

I just can't take the thought of staining Lamont Beach Resort's image. "Ryn?" Durand was worried about me being in danger while I was with my arrogant stepbrother. Although I had only just met them, I already considered them friends, and I didn't want to drive them away. I wanted them to leave now because I couldn't bear to see them beaten up so brutally by Zack. "I beg you, Durand. Please. You both leave now. Just leave us alone, we're stepsiblings. Please?" At last, Ives and Durand heard my begging and they left us. Though they didn’t want to but they did, which made me feel thankful because nothing bad happened to any of them.

Curt ends the story in laughs as our small group breaks out into hysterics. I giggle. I have to admit it was pretty funny. But I know that embarrassing someone with a popularity complex, spells doom. I likely just landed myself on a target list. I cringe. Maybe since he is Curt and Colt's older brother he will have more respect then to bully me after the small incident. ******* So far the classes have been normal first day of school, rules and expectations. Curt and I don't have any classes with Leena and Colt but thats okay.

Brody has also taken quite a few lives, but he was still living a carefree life without anything being done to him. Those were all examples of Milton's power. Meanwhile, Kurtis was just a nobody before Milton. After being dismissed, Kurtis left Harvest Group and returned to the village. He gathered a group of people and began to monitor Wilbur and the others closely. Meanwhile, Wilbur and the others simply ate a meal, stayed in the hotel, and never came out again. Kurtis sat in the car and stared at the hotel building. He thought to himself, 'Ethan, you're the one who insisted on going down this path. Don't say I didn't warn you.'

But walking away would only mark me as weak. I pushed open the rooftop door. They were waiting. Four seniors. Curtis among them, his jaw still bruised from last night. He grinned, teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Right on time,” he drawled. “Neville the golden boy. Thought we’d give you a proper welcome.” I dropped my bag near the door. “This isn’t about welcoming me. It’s about payback.” “Smart kid,” Curtis sneered. “Shame smarts won’t save you.”

As if he wasn’t fighting with stopping himself from shouting at his father for poisoning his younger brother. That was also part of the plan? How could he do that to his own blood? No matter how cold hearted he was, Curtis knew that he could never kill his own sister, no matter the feud or how power hungry he was. And what about Emma? Curtis stopped himself from thinking; he might go overboard with his feelings if he ventured to that topic. “What about Penny? Who is she really? Another spy from White Sted pack?” Arnold nodded, and Curtis stopped himself from growling in the anger that was perforating his veins. His father was lying. He was still lying. Curtis held back a sarcastic laugh.

"You and Uncle Cole can't get married. You're... you're both boys." My laugh was a pathetic attempt at nonchalance, forced and unnatural. "Two guys can get married now, buddy," I said, the words tumbling out awkwardly as I struggled to maintain a façade of ease. "But that's not what the books say," he argued, his lips pouting in discontent. "What books?" I asked, genuine confusion etched on my face. Curtis had never attended a traditional school, and his home teacher had been working through elementary school textbooks with him. I wasn't sure what books he could be referring to.

“Fine. I won’t kill you, but in return you must tell me exactly what your evil plan is.” “Alright,” said Curtis. “We got a deal.” He didn’t hesitate on this deal at all. He knew what he did was right. He didn’t want to continue on killing people. He didn’t want to keep invading and stealing from others. He just wanted a peaceful life for his people. “Deal.” "Good. Well done alpha." “Now, what’s your plan.” “Your land-” Austin’s fury blurred through him. Curtis is repeating the same words again. He didn't want to know what he already realized. So he grabbed Curtis’s neck and gripped it hard, squeezing the life out of him.

I say to them. “I see.” Bastian’s brow goes up. “They live out here? All the time?” Jayson leans to my ear. “Yes. They don’t trust the outside world anymore, so they stay here.” We cross the village center and head toward Curtis’ house. He was outside. “Wren, you’re back.” He crossed his arms. “Who’s your friends.” He said suspiciously. “Curtis Miles, this is Alpha Bastian Cole and Alpha Jayson Duke.” I turn to the guys. “Curtis is the Beta here.”