An Outsider Novels & Stories

"But the inside takes time to become legible. The first days of the inside are still the outside view operating inside the space. You are inside, but you are still looking at things as if you were outside. You are still asking the outsider's questions: what is this, why is it here, what does it mean. The inside account does not ask those questions. The inside account already knows. The inside account is the condition of knowing without asking." He looked at the European shore approaching, the minarets visible against the late afternoon sky, the buildings of Beyoğlu catching the light. "The inside account requires more time than a week. I am not a native. I will never have the full inside acc

Everyone lived by it. Don’t get noticed by Knox Cole. And I broke it. Me! The outsider, the one abnormality that had stepped into their lives, into their world. A charity case, a quota. Names that they had called me, names that had slowly become my identity. I broke that rule.

I can watch their dominant side that way. “Your pack turned on you,” I observe in the tone of a man noting the weather. “My pack turned on her,” he snaps. “They’ll regret it, she will regret it. Him most of all.” “Xander,” I say, tasting the name. I watched him take the circle and return it unbroken to Rose’s hands. It was untidy where I prefer elegance. Unfortunately, the world often rewards insistence over beauty. “He is inconvenient to you.” “He’s an outsider,” Calder says, as if the word means rot. “He’ll leave. Outsiders always leave.”

He was a good teacher, but I couldn't bring myself to concentrate. Every time he leaned closer to point something out, I caught his scent, leaving me intoxicated. And every time his fingers brushed mine as he turned the pages, my skin tingled. It was wrong, so wrong, but I couldn't deny the pull I felt towards him. “The governess represents the outsider,” he said, his voice low. “Someone who doesn't believe in either world, not servant, not family.” “Like me,” I whispered without thinking. He looked up sharply. “Pardon?”

“Get your hands off me!” Caine watched as the Domineers hauled him over toward the sealed entrance of the shelter. Many of the others jumped to their feet in shock as they began to realize what was happening. Caine’s subordinates carefully pried the door open. The powerful, freezing winds did not hesitate to storm into their refuge. The Domineer victim cried out as he was thrown out of the shelter and into the snow. The Domineers quickly shut the door and hurried back to the fire to warm up. Caine looked away as he listened sadistically to the sound of the foolish Outsider knocking in vain against the walls, begging to be let back inside. However, within seconds his calls turned into muffled

One of them had stolen my only chance at love. I was jolted back to the present when my phone rang. "Hello? Alpha Sebastian? We have more information about the outsider hiding in the forest and stealing. They say she became an outsider after rejecting an Alpha," said the council chairman. His words shook my mind, and my anger erupted. It seems… today I have to go hunting.

Long black nails and fangs appeared again. "I won't hesitate to crush you to dust. It will be easier for me to kill you since you're an outcast!" "Fuck you!" Adrian struggled to free himself from the man's grip. The mysterious man then threw Adrian's body to the ground. "You should be grateful for this. You should have died! Unfortunately, you became an outcast because you disrupted my ritual last night," the man grabbed Adrian's body and slammed him against the wall, "outcasts are the lowest tier of vampires. Blood and night are your life. Your body will crumble if you don't follow your desire to consume blood."

Anyone can feel much better when there are good sun rays around, especially at the sounds and smells of nature around. I walked over to Claire's modest house. When I passed by some folks outside their homes, they all turned to look at me. However, as soon as I turned my glance at them, they instantly looked away as if to hide it. I was mentally bored by their actions because that was the reason I agreed to stay here. After texting my sister last night to say that I would follow her advice and wait for them here, I took out my notepad, which I always carry with me wherever I go. I write down all the words that intrigue me as well as any gestures that I observe among the locals. They must be c

Could it even beat the Surreys? Zane, on the other hand, was confident and arrogant. He knew early on that Xynthia and her family were probably people from Niumhi, outsiders, to be exact. How could a mere outsider who might have a little bit of fortune create any sort of chaos in Buckwood?

I try to shrug it off, wrapping my arms around his neck and hoping he listens. His scent fills my nose, mixed with the smell of cigarettes and drugs. His hands stroke my waist and I tried to remember the man I had fallen in love with. Where has he gone? “Forget what? Oh yeah, forget what he called you? Let me rephrase that, little Pet, you don’t want to be an outcast, do you? The outsider… The odd one out… The freak?” His tone is a cold sneer, as his eyes burn into mine.