Youngboy Never Broke Again Born Novels & Stories

“Hey, Cali.” I turned in my seat, eyeing the young man who had sidled up to my side. “Hey, YB.” I gave him a smile. “You doing ok?” His eyebrows shot up as he chuckled. “Hey, that was going to be my line.” “Sorry.” I gave a small shrug. YB was young. Younger than me by several years and from what Truth had told me, been hanging around the club since he was fourteen. Desperate to patch in. Which he had done only a year ago. The youngest patched member they had. Hence the name Young Blood.

"This is the child you killed." "He should have been alive. He should have grown up in my arms. He should have called me Mommy." "But you killed him." Vito stared at the photograph, tears welling in his eyes. "My son..." "He is not your son," I said coldly. "His name is Romano. Noble blood runs through his veins." "And you, Vito Falcone, you are nothing." Vito's spirit completely shattered. Tears and snot streamed down his face. He begged me, his voice a broken, ragged mess.

I noticed a thin young boy curled up in the corner, hugging his knees as he drew with crayons. He didn't cry or make a fuss, nor did he play with the other children. His eyes had the same look I had in my previous life, when I'd been all alone, helpless, and abandoned. I walked over to him and crouched down. "What are you drawing?" He looked up at me before lowering his head again as he pushed the drawing toward me. He'd drawn a sun, but it was black in color. The orphanage director told me the little boy's name was Nick. He'd been abandoned in front of the orphanage at three years old. Due to his sullen and withdrawn nature, no one wanted to adopt him.

Adrian slid his palm across the ball that was my belly. — What would you like to be called, big boy? If it's Adrian Junior, give daddy a kick . He waited for my belly to move again, but the only movement he felt this time was my body shaking with the laugh I let out. — Apparently, he, or she, doesn't want that name. — I joked. — It doesn't matter the gender or the name. The important thing is that you come back healthy. We will be here waiting with all our love.

"My half brother was born way before my dad and mom got married, Andrew's mom died while giving birth to him" "Am so sorry" she said softly. "He's the most hilarious person in the universe, he refused to take over Dad's company even if he's the heir to most companies, he organizes his own comedy show once every month I'll take you there next month". I told her with a proud smile, Andrew was the best brother I could ever have and I felt really proud anytime I had to talk about him. "So everybody isn't a workaholic like you" she said biting down her laugh. "One last question"

“Oh, you can’t fool me, young man. I may be old and grumpy, but I know when someone is hiding from his troubles. And you chose to run away than to face it. You are better than this. And where the hell is your phone? I’ve been calling you for the past few days. Your grandpa was worried sick when Hailey dear couldn’t reach you.” I looked down. My chest crushed. “Who’s Hailey?” I scratched my head when Mom asked. Grandma looked at Mom. “Oh, he didn’t tell you, did he?” “Grandma, please?” “Hailey is his girlfriend. She’s a good girl. And I couldn’t find any reasons what’s their problem was. They seemed happy when they came over the weekend.” “Why don’t you invite her over dinner, honey?” “We bro

I tried to get away. The group of students who had witnessed the fight were already leaving. I think most of them had recorded, I just hoped those videos would not circulate on the networks because then I would die of embarrassment. -Calm down," the boy let go of me, standing next to me and raising his hands in peace, "I just wanted to make sure you didn't attack your sister again," he explained. The boy was tall, white complexion, had yellow hair with black parts. He wore a piecing on the corner of his lower lip and also wore leather bracelets on his wrists. It gave me a weird vibe but I didn't dislike it.

“Yeah. I was 16 when it happened. Should’ve been in my last year at senior high but I got thrown in juvenile jail. Served a long term sentence and was trialed at 18. Thanks to mama Reese testimony, I was released but after that she cut all ties with me. Just vanished,” He shrugged his shoulders. “That’s all there is to me, Eric,” he said. “Rowan,” I corrected. Rowan chuckled. “Do I still look like the little brother you lost years ago?” I looked him dead in the eye— he still had the same eyes. Yes, he was still my little brother Rowan. The only difference was he had a tougher childhood. “You made the choices you did because you didn’t have a choice. I can’t… I can’t believe that was your chi

She had probably never imagined I’d be the one to end things. In her mind, I was the kind of guy she could summon or dismiss whenever she pleased. “Break up? Aaron, you think you can break up with me?” When it sank in, there was no sadness, only fury. “You think hitting the jackpot makes you something special? Let me tell you, no way! I won’t agree to this! “You were with me for three years. What about compensation for my youth? For the emotional damage you have dealt to me?

I managed to do some jobs around town and paid rent for the right to stay in that room as if I were a boarder. My parents were both from wealthy backgrounds, each with their own trust fund, etc. I on the other hand had nothing as of my 18th birthday. Their generosity ended on that magic 18th b-day. Working two jobs, one in a warehouse as a stacker and the other in a plumbing pipe yard as a stacker, it was great for my tan and my developing physique but not much else. Those jobs made my arms strengthen as my biceps grew until they bulged 23 inches worth. However, they didn't increase my bank accounts. Having to pay my parents for rent and my ten year old car, I was broke. I had to think of so