Novel & Cerita Behind The Scenes The Outsiders

"Irene! They're our parents! How could you be so cold-blooded now? Even if Mom and Dad were in the wrong, what they did can't possibly be punishable by death, can it? They're your family—" I interrupted him. "You are a family. You all treated me like an outsider and punched and kicked me half to death. Were you thinking of me as a member of your family back then?" Isaac's ragged breathing came through the line, but he said nothing. Finally, he broke down and cried out desperately, "Rene, I was horrible to you back then. I was a terrible bastard! "But Mom and Dad are lying in the hospital now, and Vivian stole all the money and Mom's jewelry in the house and disappeared with them all!

EDWIN'S POV I was at the office with my executives when a young lady unexpectedly opened the door, demanding to see me while acting crazy and sassy. The security guards refused her from seeing me, but she kept on struggling with them. We all stared at her, wondering why she was here in the first place. I was shocked to see the crazy lady who was creating a scene in front of everyone. She was a pretty and sexy lady, but at the same time, ill-mannered and uncultured.

I ran into Patrick at an industry summit once. At the time, I was on stage presenting our core technology, my confidence overflowing. Patrick stared at me among the audience, his mind blank. When we brushed past one another after the event, he called out to me. “If you choose to come back, I can forget the whole thing even happen.” My eyes ran through his familiar facial features, yet his face looked so strange. Taking a step back, I kept myself distant and aloof. Patrick, his smile disappearing, pulled a long face.

The massive crowd surged forward, carrying cameras, microphones, and livestream equipment as they followed me around to the side of the building, where a wide open lawn lay. I stopped, turned to face the crowd, and pointed toward the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor. "Everyone, look up. That's Amanda Sutton's office. As for what's happening inside… I'll leave that for all of you to judge." Instinctively, everyone raised their heads only to fall completely silent the next second, for in front of that enormous floor-to-ceiling window…

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 suppose given time their colors would possibly show but until then I will attempt to believe that this Cyrus guy was decent. I set my apartment keys on the kitchen table and hoped that Jem wasn’t going to move them by morning. Why was my life so strange and complicated when it came to the paranormal shit? Why did this happen to me? Of all people, why me? I hardly had any friends to really enjoy a decent day with and when I told them about my ability to “See” the other side. They ended up never speaking to me ever again. It hurt but like all other things I moved on. I hated being alone in all this and not having somebody to talk to about these strange and weird situations. To have someone r

Shit. I shifted to fourth gear. “Cindy, you can’t.” I heard Jacob’s warning. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Are you okay?” I asked Jacob. His face was so red. Like he would burst any moment. I tried not to laugh but failed. He got out of the car covering his mouth. We lost the rider of the big bike. We're parked inside an exclusive village. Ethan lives here. I heard Jacob throwing up. Oh God. I tapped his back but he stopped me and motioned that I go away. Maybe he's shy.

Isadora POV I wake up to the sound of voices. Not inside. Outside. Muffled, but growing louder — like a swarm pressing against the gates. I sit up in bed, Darren’s arm sliding off my waist, and walk to the window. The sky is still pale, streaked with blushes of dawn. But below the driveway’s curve, just beyond the hedges, I see them — microphones, cameras, people in cheap suits with over-bright smiles and coffee breath and ambition in their eyes.

I suddenly heard a footsteps near me. "Hello? Is someone inside?" That was a man's voice. "Yes,sir! I'm locked!" I saw the knob moving. Oh thanks God! I thought I'm going to die here. I was so scared,I remembered that one episode from Shake Rattle and Roll! "Miss, can you move away from the door? I'm going to kick this, you might get hurt," The voice from the other side said. I moved away from the door. "Okay, as I count of 3. I will kick this so don't get close!"

The dim lights made my search tougher. Unconsciously, I drifted away from Adams, willing my eyes to find Pierce. “Be careful.” Adams hand wrapped around my waist protectively. “There are wires in front of you. If you trip even one, it could interfere with the interview.” I muttered my thanks. If I was Pierce Blackwood and backstage where would I stand. I scanned the places I suspected till my eyes landed on a dark figure perfectly camouflaged and alone in the darkest part off-set. I could not make out the feature but I was sure it was him.