2 Bit Outsiders Novels & Stories

Robert asked. “I agree,” Caine continued. “You would be playing a difficult game trying to make my people talk, but there’s someone else with them who might be a little less challenging.” The other two exchanged looks of confusion as well as interest. “Someone?” Robert uttered. “Who?” “He’s no Ravennite,” Caine droned on. “He’s an Outsider, and a young one at that.” “What?” Robert was quite surprised. “What do you mean an Outsider? Is he one of ours?”

She's supposed to be dead, why was she texting her. "Ignore it for now. Okay? You need to not concentrate on these things. Let me see the profiles Malakai said, we can go murder people instead. How does that sound?" Eden laughed at Astrids words and nodded. The youngest always found a way to make Eden laugh and she was glad because she needed it. A few hours had passed and Eden and Astrid had eliminated 3 out of 6 people on their list. Fraudsters, drug dealers and a stupidly rich CEO were now crossed off. They now had a gang member, another CEO and some political leader left.

The two foreigners exchanged glances with each other then burst out laughing aloud. “I acknowledge that I misjudged you and didn’t notice that you’re a transhuman. However, do you really think that you can defeat us in a fight just by yourself? You’re bloody arrogant!” “You have utterly no idea who we are. I’m a 2S-class transhuman and this person next to me is a 3S-class transhuman while you? You’re just a trivial S-class transhuman. Any one of us can defeat you easily!” They stared at Zayn, their gazes filled with oppression and icy coldness. Even after seeing Zayn’s display earlier, they were still not convinced about his capability because Zayn had only displayed the power of an S-class

Alex stood up from his seat, before Raymond could say any further, he saw himself pinned against the wall, Alex hand flew to his neck, as he grabbed his throat, he watched Raymond fight helpless for a chance to breathe again, " If you mess with me using my mother's death, I will not only kill you, I will make sure you have a very painful death, burn your body, and scatter your ashes to the four corners of the earth, If you....."

he circled a black dot near the southern border “— is where your uncle operates from. Not just his home, but his command center. Every order, every hit, every deal runs through that spot.” Kellen stood and crossed to the map, his shadow spilling across it. “And this,” he said, pointing to a mark further west, “is where the outsiders he hired were last seen. Rogues. Mercenaries. No allegiance to any pack. He paid them to do his dirty work.” My hands curled into fists. “And you think they’re still alive?” “Some of them,” Kellen said. “Which means they can talk — if you can get to them first.”

"Deal. But remember, don't try and pull one over me. I can't promise she'll stay intact if you do. She might lose a finger or two." The call ended. However, Dad was much calmer than he had been before. He stared into the distance, his eyes unreadable. Soon, the day of the exchange arrived. Yannis accompanied him to an abandoned warehouse. As instructed, Dad only had to slip the agreement under the door of the warehouse and leave. Just as they turned to leave, Dad struck Yannis, knocking him unconscious. I was stunned for a moment. I watched as Dad kicked open the old, decrepit door of the warehouse and dragged Yannis in.

parameter was a screaming, torturous wall of glass. "Your non-communication is no longer optimizing your tactical parameters," Peter growled softly, his jaw locking so tightly that the muscle beneath his skull throbbed with a visible, dangerous rhythm. He stepped one full foot deeper into my perimeter, his heavy boot crinkling the plastic drop-cloth directly against my bare foot, his massive shoulder brushing the very outer edge of my dark, loose silken hair. "The cryptographic audit of the Lawrence Holdings certificate has confirmed a definitive structural breach. The rogue administrative credential utilized to launch the stalker script was pulled from a private ledger owned directly by an

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

“No, thank you.” “Don’t be like that; I’ve been dying to meet you.” His boys snicker in the backseat, and an uneasy feeling settles in my stomach. “My name’s Everest. Alpha of the Blood Fang pack,” he continues, stretching out his hand. “And I know you. You’re famous, aren’t you? Olivia Blackwood. Human.” He purrs the word human like it’s a sin. This man looks like he’ll use me and not give a single fuck what happens to me after.