Young Billy Crudup Novels & Stories

I should miss her, Laura and Dane keep asking if I do and they exchange looks of disbelief when I tell them I don't, and maybe at some point I'll feel something other than relief when I think about never seeing her again, but right now, it's all too raw. Billy's getting on better with his Dad, which is good, I think? I'm a little worried since he's got some plan to get his parents back together, seeming to have forgotten that his dad was constantly cheating on his mum and making her miserable, but the last week he's been busy with some drama in his friendship group, so the parent intervention plan has been put on hold.

---------------------------------------------- Billy ---------------------------------------------- The police officer had dragged me out of the back of the car, probably a little more gently than he might of normally. Billy was out on the old wooden porch. I was afraid that he was going to beat me. He had been patient with me so far, but I hadn't really gotten into trouble since I'd been here, except for some basic teenage backtalk. He was a big guy, tall and beefy, with a huge red beard. It was still twilight, so I could see the white of his teeth. Was he smiling? "Here you go, Billy," the deputy said, "He got himself into a bit of a scuffle. Decided to start a fight with three young men d

A woman men like Drake were supposed to be with. Not… me. But the God of Timing wasn’t on my side today. Because the moment Vanessa disappeared inside the boardroom… A man stepped out. A man I’d met once at a corporate dinner. Young. Charismatic. Handsome. And annoyingly smooth-talking. Lucas Natividad. Marketing Director. Rumored flirt. He lit up when he saw me. “Sabrina,” he said warmly. “Wow. You look incredible today.” I blinked. And made the mistake—the fatal mistake—of smiling politely.

Atinuke nodded as she collected the card and walked towards Paul. Paul hung up that moment and sighed. "Who was that?" Atinuke asked. "Kola" Paul replied rubbing his forehead. "Give him time, okay?" Atinuke cajoled as they both walked into the car. The club house where Florence's boyfriend was doing his birthday screamed money. The whole club was rented out. Paul kept his hand on Atinuke's waist as they walked into the club. 'Bop Daddy' by Falz was blaring in the room as Paul made way towards the celebrant.

’ Warrd was about to leave him in the woods alone. ‘You're not gonna leave me here. Are you?’ He looked pitiable ‘Just watch me leave you here fat arse stranger, priest of the North, Doctor of Witches right ?’ Warrd expressed ‘Oh yeah, you got it right this time but please I am not a fat arse stranger. You can call me Billy. Yeah...Billy that's my name...Billy.’ ‘Bily is that a name or...’ Warrd was interrupted again. ‘No, it's not Bily, you had to get it correctly. It's Billy...like B I L L Y. ’

"Hello?" "Is this Rhychard, the guy with the sword?" a young voice asked. "Timmy?" Rhychard felt his nerves tighten. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, but I think whoever Billy was working for has someone kidnapped up in his building." Rhychard assumed Billy was the tattooed kid that threatened Timmy the other day in the Bottoms. "Did Billy tell you this?" "Nu uh. Rumor is Billy's dead. Fat Boy took over for him, combining the gangs."

his voice cracked, as if he might break down any moment. Who wouldn’t? This job fed him, his pregnant wife, and her mother. For five years, he had endured Tardrain’s insults solely for his family’s sake and the substantial salary. But who cared? Tardrain despised having people around him. He didn’t care who endured hardship or not. He had the money to hire as many workers as he wanted; losing them meant nothing. Tardrain grabbed his wheelchair armrest and rolled forward, intentionally crushing Paulo’s foot beneath the wheel.

Steve pov: Luca led us to the underground basement. The room was dimly lit, and everyone present was watching a video in complete silence. My dad's usually composed face was bruised and battered. He was breathing heavily and crying, tears streaming down his face. It was heart-wrenching to see my dad in such a state. His shirt was torn, revealing a glimpse of his skin. I had always seen him in a suit, the epitome of a successful businessman. But now, he looked like a completely different person, and it was all because of my own brother.

Joel said addressing the large Beta protecting the door, "go get Billy's friends." "Chris and Kiki," Billy told Ryan still bouncing up and down. Billy was a skinny kid with blonde hair that seemed to fall in his eyes no matter what he did. He was jumpy on a good day and today wasn't a good day. I put a hand on his shoulder to lead him into the room as the door shut behind us. The boy was beyond nervous and being surrounded by the pack's elders seemed to making it worse. He typed a series clicks into the computer as Joel hooked the computer up to show on the room's projection screen. Billy was shaking with anticipation as the screen popped to life.

But we're more than that, we have a lot of first class students from our department but still, unfortunately, people, particularly outsiders wishes to believe that we use money to buy our results. All those craps they spit out are just crap. Annoying craps. We're rich kids, so? That doesn't mean we're dumb. We're smart too, duh. I just pray I'll one day meet someone that'll tell me those craps to my face. It definitely wouldn't end well, I'm so sure. Toben nudged my shoulder, pulling me out of my distracting thoughts. 'It's always thinking and thinking in here, let your head rest for a little while, yeah?' My subconscious purposed.