Romans & histoires An Outsider

As soon as we stepped into the yard, the delicious smell of roasted turkey hit me. An elderly woman with silvery hair was standing at the kitchen door, smiling at us. "Melissa, you're back. And who's this?" she asked. Her gaze fell on me, and she said happily, "Oh, my. You brought home such a handsome young man this year." Hearing that, my cheeks flushed, and I lowered my head. "Grandma, this is my friend, Zachary Jensen," Melissa said with a smile. "That's wonderful. Come in and warm yourselves," the elderly woman said. She was later introduced to me as Dorothy Foster.

“How can you say that?” “Because look at me!” I gestured wildly. “I’m no one. A nobody that happened to be dragged into this mess, I don't have power oer riches.... I don’t even have a wolf.” I whispered the last one. Without a wolf I feel like an outsider, like there is a barrier between me and jasmine, and a thick wall between me and my mate. Xavier took a slow step forward. “You have me. And that’s enough.” “Is it?” My voice cracked. “For a man like you? A man of House Malvore? Don’t lie to me, Xavier. You could have had anyone, strong warriors, powerful wolves, someone who fits in this world.

“ Is it Because I’m a hybrid?” “That, and because you’re an outsider too,” Cain said, his eyes scanning the path ahead. “You don’t belong here. And You will never belong here.” Irwin swallowed hard. “And you? Do you think I belong here?” Cain stopped walking, turning to face her. His eyes were so cold, and unreadable. “You must be joking to ask me such question..... Just know that You’re here, and that’s all there is to it, lady. But if you think you’re going to fit in....” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper and in disgust. “....you’re fooling yourself.”

“With the Sorrentino family in its current state, which mafia family in New Haven would take you? “You may have polished yourself in Nassau, but to real families like ours, you’re nothing. “All these years, climbing upward, wasn’t it to prove something to me? To get my attention?” As if to prove his point, he took out his phone and held it before me. On the screen was my social media profile. The bio had five words: Waiting for a dawn. Nico smiled like a victor. “Waiting five years, what else could it be? You’re clearly waiting for me to change my mind, to give you that ‘dawn.’ “Lena, admit it. You can’t forget me. Everything you’ve done was for me to see.”

'''' He went out and I was still thinking what happened? I thought he would be rude and he will humiliate me and force me tonight but there he was going out of the room and I was still not understanding him. That man was so unpredictable. One moment he was acting like a beast and the next moment he was so caring and then he was showing that he didn't even care if I exist. What was he ?? What was ge trying to do???? I had the food and I saw the medicine in the tray. They might be for my wound. I didn't take them at first. But as the night was getting colder I started feeling more pain and then i took it and lie back and still it was getting more colder and colder.

Rick Stetson rode very faraway from Redwood City, he couldn't bear being called a murderer, he felt so guilty for what he had done, so he moved to a very distant land where no one knew him, so he could start anew. He knew Iris loved him so much, and he loved her too, he wasn't always like that. But things changed when he was going through a lot. The real reason was that he lost a lot of money and this got him to do things he wasn't used to.

Abby and her other colleagues are gone already. "Gosh, can I find a cab by this time?" Hailey muttered to herself as she walked along the street. Her house is still far from this place, she can't possibly trek home. A car stopped just beside her, she faced the car in confusion but her expression changed immediately the glass winded down and she saw Charles. "Who are you? A stalker?" "You don't know me?" Charles asked in surprise. "Of course, I know you're nothing but a pervert"

In my spare time, I signed up for a blog under a fake name and wrote random musings no one would ever read. Having all these was enough for me. … Graduation season arrived as scheduled. While everyone else had family to help them move out, I hauled my peeling suitcase and headed straight for the neighborhood slums. The little money I had was only enough for a dark, dank basement. The landlady, Isabella Donati, looked like a sharp-tongued old crone. To save 50 dollars on rent, I took over the snow shoveling and trash removal for the entire run-down apartment building.

I would be a fool to let them take my money to support someone else. … When I returned home after meeting with the bank president, it was already 11:00 pm. The house was completely dark, and no one bothered to check on me even when I came back so late. They were all fast asleep. I stumbled in the dark while heading back to my room. As soon as I opened the door and tossed my handbag onto the chair, I heard a piercing scream. Surprised, I hurriedly turned on the lights. I then saw Madeline crouched by the cabinet where I stored my jewelry and watches, her arms thrown up to protect her head. She was wearing my jewelry around her neck, ears, and wrists.

“I’m rotting in here.” “You have everything you need. We even renovated the courtyard to give you—” “An illusion.” My voice slices across hers. “An outside illusion. You still don’t get it.” Her shoulders sag. She exhales heavily and stands, as though my words physically weigh her down. “Your doctor says you’re getting better.” “I want to go outside.” She stills. Hesitates. “You know that’s not possible. If someone sees you, it’ll cause a ruckus.”