An Outsider Novels & Stories

my uncle Marz said as he sips to his wine. I nearly laugh at his insult that didn’t hurt me at all. To be precise he is saying that I am an outsider but my blood says I am not while THEY are the outsider in this family. What an irony it is. Everybody is silent as they all look at one another’s faces. The place seems to become colder as they all look at one another with challenging glares.

“You want to see me as a monster because it will make it easier for you to justify killing me. But I am not a monster. I did not choose to be born a rogue just like none of you also didn't choose the families you were born into. Also, I didn't choose to be here in this pack but I have no ill intent whatsoever against anyone or against this pack. I have been treated kindly by some people here and—” Markin blurts out a sudden mocking laugh, cutting me off from saying anything further. The ugly laughter is so degrading and suddenly dies off just the same way it came. “You speak well, Layla Kavros, but your words do not change the fact that you are an outsider. An

“You always did. But words are just that—words. Actions are what matter. And when it comes to action, you’re still just an outsider trying to play queen.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Outcast?” I asked. “Sure, I’ll give you that. I was an outsider. But look at me now. I’m back. Stronger than ever. And you? You’re grasping at straws, holding to a power that was never truly yours. Pathetic.”

He started and from there questions led to questions and I was getting a little bit comfortable with the stranger. Yeah, he's still a stranger to me and the realization of that prompt me to ask. "Who are you? I'm sure you aren't from this pack cause I've never seen you before." "Yeah you are right. I'm an outsider. I came to visit my aunt in this pack and I happen to lost my way back home so while wandering around the forest, I happen to see you there, lying on the floor unconscious" he motioned to the ground. "Oh I see." I muffled and smiled at him.

"I don't beg for attention from girls. They beg for mine. I told you, didn't it? I am David Park, the Adonis of the town. With my perfectly chiseled jawline, mesmerizing hazel eyes, and impeccable sense of style, I am -and will always be- the center of attention wherever I go," he retorted, a smug expression adorning his face. They both glared at each other, Avery frowning and David smirking, and just as the tension escalated, the door swung open, causing Avery and David to crash onto the floor. It was the guys from inside the house who had opened the door, interrupting David and Avery.

They were huddled over a map, their heads close, their bodies moving in a synchronized dance they had clearly practiced for years. The attraction I felt for Ruan was still there—a pulsing, living thing that made my blood hum whenever he was near. But the realization that I was an outsider in his world was becoming a weight I couldn't ignore. I wasn't a biker. I wasn't a criminal. I was a woman who had seen a crime and was now paying for it with her soul.

I said, softly. “Yeah?” “Why are you always nice to me?” She gave a short laugh. “What kind of question is that?” “I mean it. Everyone else sees me as this outsider or a threat or some embarrassing project… but you don’t.” “I’m an outsider too, you know. I’ll support my fellow outsider over the snubbing rich anytime.” “To be honest, I don’t even know where I belong.” “Right now?” she said, nudging me gently. “You belong here. On this bench. Eating chocolate. With me.”

But I didn’t want to! “It’s always scary at first, especially with the Suicide’s, but I think you’ll be perfect for it. You get to be an Outsider; most people here would kill for a job like that! As long as you are focusing on that family’s location, you can do whatever you want. You can run as far away as you like from here and no-one will be out there hunting you down. You can even go to the Other Side if you like. Essentially, you’ll be free.” “I’m…. free?” I sniffled.

They push a few bystanders away, so that they are not deterred. "Good day," she states first as they halt in front of her. The urge to sigh builds in her chest, but she pushes it back down. "Where have you come from, outsider," the man in the front demands. Olisnia does not answer, eyeing the men. Irritation twitching at the soldier's brow, he growls out, "I will not repeat myself." One of the men behind him, leans in, half whispering, "Sir, she is a—"

“I’m not getting up.” “You don’t get to decide that,” she snapped, her tone rising slightly. “That seat isn’t for people like you.” “And what exactly are people like me?” I asked, tilting my head slightly as I met her gaze without flinching. She didn’t hesitate. “Outsiders,” she shot back. “Pretenders. People who don’t know their place.” I let out a slow breath, not in frustration, but in something closer to patience. “I’m sitting here because I was asked to,” I replied. “And because I belong here.”