Young Billy Crudup Novels & Stories

Obliging, Colton sparked up, squinting as the flame stung his eyes. Billy Hudgins had been a helluva boxer; a menacing block of concrete with a ferocious jab and an ability to withstand even the fiercest of punches, but his physical days were long gone. Chain-smoking and a dependency on fast food had left him breathless and overweight, although his jab was still just as powerful. Colton had learned that the hard way. “How long is that fucking girl going to be following me around?” Billy snorted, smoke pooling from his nose like a goddamn dragon. “Until I find a suitable job for her. She’s not a trained boxer, got no fightin’ experience-”

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.

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.

"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.

She exclaims. "Dramatic Arts do need such funds, especially if it's a big performance." Mom comments. Billy is my cousin. He's practically one of my best friends, he's just two years ahead of me and we get along really well. "Yeah, well, he better be studying hard and not just going to some frat parties and such, or else I will smack him despite his 20 year age." She adds and Mom and I laugh once again.

"Come on, kid—you're a good actor and your script is well-written… but the problem is, you're screwing with the wrong man! Did you think that I, Mick Crane, manager of Vintage Deluxe, can't even see through your cheap performance?" A brief flicker of anxiety showed on Billy's face, but he quickly shook his head. "Cheap performance? What are you talking about? I'm serious about selling this, so take it or leave it! If you don't want it, then give it back. I won't sell it to you."

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.