Dallaswinstonxoc Stories

A Dallas Winston fanfic Ahhhhh

Amelia Curtis is a 16 year old spunky brunette with great friends. She's part of the gang, and all the boys are all very protective of their little Millie. One boy however sees her differently, he just doesn't know how to handle his feelings. Sadly I don't own any of the The Outsiders Characters :( Hope You Like It! In Progress- September 16

Jessie Cade, also known as JC, was her father's so called 'mistake'. The mistake that everyone hated beside one person, her little brother Jonathan Cade. Jonathan, also known as Johnny, was Jessie's only hope in this world. She has nothing without him. That's exactly why she fought to always be by his side, until her tenth birthday that is. What happened on her tenth birthday? What has she been doing all these years? What secrets is she hiding? What happens when she comes back? Find out by reading: The First Cade ••• This book is to one of my bestest friends. She doesn't want to admit she has a crush on Dallas Winston so hopefully this makes her come clean about her little phase.

Alizabeth is a 16 year old girl who moved to Tusla Oklahoma when she was only 5. Her parents are very abusive and neglective. Her older brother Michael who is her legal guardian and Chris is her kid brother. Johnny and the rest of the gang are determined to not let her parents take her a way from them and to keep her safe. Smokey her dog is a German shepherd and is very loyal to Alizabeth, Chris, Michael, Johnny, and Darry. Mainly Alizabeth. Will Elizabeth find love and loss along her journey? Or will she be alone for the meantime? I own non of the characters but Lydia, Alizabeth, Michael, Chris, Bella, Erick, Asher, Daniel, Bluebelle Smokey, and Ari

Elizabeth Carter was what the Socs liked to call a fall from grace. One minute she was one of them-country clubs, school dances, the right clothes, the right attitude-born into a family that never seemed to lose. Then her parents' marriage cracked right down the middle. Her mother had been sleeping with her boss for months before the papers were even filed. By the time the ink was dry she'd married up, sitting pretty at the top of the West Side social ladder with a brand-new house and a brand-new "perfect" husband. Elizabeth didn't fit the picture anymore. So she packed her things and moved in with her dad, straight across the tracks to the East Side-where the lawns were smaller, the nights were louder, and nobody pretended anything was spotless. The minute her foot touched Greaser territory, every Soc she used to laugh with and drink Cokes beside turned their backs like she was contagious. A disgrace. A traitor. A reminder that any of them could fall just as hard. But if the West Side spat her out, the Greasers didn't. They saw her. Not the name, not the scandal-just her. And for the first time, Elizabeth Carter wasn't a princess in someone else's kingdom. She was one of them.