Novel & Cerita Another Name For Outcast

Veronica’s POV Another year had passed. I had aged by one year. But yet no one seems to care. I had always been the outcast in my pack. Never been able to fit in anywhere. They have always called me a rouge, a disappointment, even a disgrace. My life has always been horrible. A life full of hurtful words, which cut deeper than any sword that I have ever polished.

It was a bit cliche he'd admit but he guessed his parents just wanted the name to be as obvious as it could be, they had that sort of humour. Outsiders usually called them the Halem pack, it was easier for them that way, while they called themselves Moonlight; it was easier for them this way. At the mention of the pack name they finally understood that they could raise up their head. Still the newest pack members found it hard to look Jason in the eye, choosing to focus on some part of the room, feigning that it was the most important thing they had ever seen.

He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other

nickname made me feel like I was being treated like a child. I frowned in protest. "I don't like that nickname." Damian just gave a knowing smile, his hand hovering as if he wanted to ruffle my hair. However, he pulled it back at the end. "You're under my protection, so that makes you my little cub." I rolled my eyes. Damian laughed as he left. And somehow, after that little exchange, the gloom left by the arrival of the three miraculously went away. Still, Damian was right.

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."

"Tell me your real name first, and I'll listen to whatever it is you have to tell me." The male growled, and Cassy grinned. "I do not have one," he gritted out, and Cassy blinked. "You do not have a name?" "Cast outs are not only stripped of their sense of belonging and their clans. They are striped of the very thing that binds them to their homes. Their names. It was taken from me." Well, that didn't go as planned, Cassy thought to herself as she observed him. "Why were you cast out?" she asked a tad more softly and the man's eyes shuttered, as if he wasn't used to being spoken to softly.

he tells me and places my hand between his, "my life was not easy. When my mother died, I was homeless for a while, until the system caught me up and I started living in foster homes. But that wasn't my thing, so I ran away and went back to living on my own. I will not tell you what I did, I will just tell you that I was not a good person." "Living with the outcasts on the last mission made me remember the times when I was homeless. These people are not good or bad, Bianca, they are just people with a bad situation. They do what they do to survive. That's why it bothered me when I saw how the Silver Pack guard tricked them into catching them. They are given makeshift houses and food, and whe

I smiled as I made a call, "Hello, officer? As far as I know, Madeline Lewis owed a huge gambling debt abroad, and she returned just to raise money. I suspect she might have trafficked Fable Lewis." An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—I just had to get back at those who wronged me. Otherwise, what was the point of life?

Alpha Alexandro yelled, his voice… his words all spilled venom. I am an outcast, I am a cursed orphan, I am unwanted, undesirable, unlovable, I am all these and all these things is what I’ll probably ever be for the rest of my days. Everybody rejects me, no one wants anything to do with me, I am a cursed wolf and it really hurts that I cannot do anything about it.

The same hand then rested against her pearl necklace as she sneered, “You are nothing, girl. An abused orphan pretending to be one of us, one of the elites.” An orphan pretending to be one of us, those words echoed in my head. I’d heard them before, from children and their parents, from teachers and strangers alike. They were always rearranged differently, but no matter what words were used the meaning remained the same. An outcast, mutilated, unwanted, and unloved…only I wasn’t. I wasn’t any of those things, and I never had been.