An Outsider Novels & Stories

“I would've fried you the second I opened my mouth.” “Then, what are you?” I insist. She looks away from me, redirecting her gaze to the starless night. “I'm an outsider.” “Outsider?” When I don't have to scream to get my voice heard, I realize we have walked out of the noisy town square and now into the quieter parts. "As you can see, there are different clans and lands in Alkhemi. It's like having a leader in different states under a president of a country."

Theo shrugged and returned to his seat, sipping from his mug like this was just another Sunday morning. I, on the other hand, felt like I’d just walked into someone else’s home. Someone else’s life. Someone else’s place. It hit me hard and fast. I’m the outsider. I’m the one sneaking in through the back door. I’m the one who doesn’t belong anymore. God. I felt like a damn mistress. And I fucking hated it. I leaned against the wall near the hallway, arms crossed, doing my best to keep my expression blank. But the words were already pressing against the back of my teeth, begging to be said.

I brushed past Sophia, who came in carrying a glass of milk. As I walked upstairs, I overheard their conversation. "Finn, Luna Claire flew a long way to see you. Could you try giving your mom a hug?" "With her here, I might not get to go to the amusement park with Isabella tomorrow. It's her fault! Why is Mom always haunting me? And she calls me every day! It's annoying!" he exclaimed coldly. "I wish Isabella were my mom instead! She's so gentle and kind. And she always plays with me and buys me yummy food. She's so different from my annoying mom. If Mom disappeared, could Isabella be my mom instead?"

she said gently. Samantha lowered her gaze. “I just don’t want to cause trouble. Serene says I don’t belong here, and sometimes… I think she’s right.” Erynn cupped Samantha’s face, her eyes filled with unwavering love. “Listen to me, my sweet girl. You do belong. You may not have been born into this pack, but that doesn’t make you any less a part of it.” Samantha swallowed hard. “Then why does everyone treat me like an outsider?”

Everything looked so polished and refined – so beautiful! You’d never think that they were a bunch of assholes tripping over themselves to be bigots, legalized rapists and purists. It was sick! Perhaps it was better if our species just died out... “Ashton?” My head snapped up, my body tense and ready for a fight. Nobody in the pack called me “Ashton” so I instantly knew it was an outsider. And my wolf let out a warning growl when he saw who said outsider was...

When I opened the curtains, the sunlight outside was blinding. I made simple coffee and toast, then sat at the little table by the window and ate slowly. My phone was quiet, and even the work group was peaceful. In the afternoon, I changed into workout clothes and prepared to go downstairs for a jog in the park. The moment I pushed open the glass door downstairs, someone blocked my path. It was Simon again. This time, he was alone. He was still wearing yesterday's shirt. It was badly wrinkled. There were heavy dark circles under his eyes, and stubble had grown along his jaw.

one The young man's cold voice rang in the room, while the cold breeze of autumn was much warmer and warmer than his voice. He had already slammed the door and left without his mother needing to speak to his father. While Nevra and Altan looked after their son with sad eyes, Altan turned his full eyes to the window next to his bed: one

It was a sanctuary from the chaos of the party, and I relished the solitude. I wandered along the stone path, the night air cool against my skin, and I found myself drawn to a secluded bench nestled beneath a tall willow tree. I sank onto it, my gown billowing around me, and let out a sigh of relief. My heart was heavy, burdened by the weight of the secrets and the overwhelming sense of loneliness that had come to define my existence. I had been thrust into a world of fantasy and horror, one where I felt like an outsider, disconnected from the people around me.

No matter how intriguing the pretty asset is. "I'm only here to help," I offer simply. "I hope so," Max says, and there's a hint of a threat in his voice. ANNA This diner is a rundown way station for truckers and other less discerning travelers to fill their bellies without worry of judgment. It belongs to the men and women of the road, a restaurant at the edge of the world, living in the margin, outside society’s reach.So why do I feel so comfortable here?I guess I’m becoming one of their kind, fallen through the cracks into a demimonde of misfits, alike only in their distaste of the norm.

Mason knocks me out of dreamland. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine." There's something in his eyes that intrigues me. I wish I was more outgoing and able to capitalize on these moments, but I'm not. Unless I'm with my posse of friends, I have zero ability to seize the day. This is why Jack kept me isolated-in solitude I was much more likely to tolerate his bullshit. Mason puts his hand out, so I offer mine in return. "It was nice to meet you..." He hesitates, indicating I haven't given him my name.