Behind The Scenes The Outsiders Novels & Stories

No one thought it absurd for a rat to be at the table, nor did they see anything wrong with me being exiled to that distant corner. I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and wordlessly dragged my chair back to the cold, shadowy edge. At the table, the discussion ranged from the company Fabio had just acquired, Luca's plan to win gold at next month's competition abroad, and Francesca's upcoming fan meet-and-greet, to some secrets of the underworld. No one spared me a glance. In front of me was a plate of cold, hard spaghetti. The nearest dish was well beyond my reach. I turned my head and looked pleadingly at the household staff standing by in attendance, signaling her with my eyes to help

"Excellent work. That's exactly the kind of raw emotion we needed." But I wasn't listening to her anymore. I was thinking about the way Beck's hands had clenched. The way his voice had cracked. The way he'd said he couldn't tell me the truth, not that he wouldn't. And I was thinking about how little I actually knew about what happened that night. How little I'd ever bothered to ask. "Okay, we're rolling in three, two—" The camera light blinked red, and suddenly I was supposed to be happy. Beck sat across from me at a table in the student center, and we were filming the first official episode of "Behind the Ice." Marcus had choreographed this down to the second. We were supposed to laugh. Sha

"Last night, I had a light conversation with my father. He smiled at me, but his smile faded when his eyes shifted towards the window. I thought something was bothering him, but I saw nothing there." "Then I asked permission to get food from my room because I was hungry. But when I came back... my father was already—" Dhira couldn't continue, the horrifying events flashing through her mind, making her want to blame herself.

Hearing this, Willow felt all her strength drain from her, and she nearly collapsed. She simply could not believe that the beggars were part of their plan. Eve had whispered to Andrew’s friends, and Andrew’s friends had whispered back to him. Andrew said nothing and watched coldly as the beggars were dragged out. His friends stared at each other. It only made Andrew’s expression turn even more dour.

I didn't encounter any problem while working with her. After packing my necessary things I bid her goodbye glancing towards his door. Just then the door creaked open revealing the boss itself. our eyes met, it was as if time has stopped we stared into each other's eye. For some moment I saw guilt in his eyes but it didn't last long when he quickly change back to his old self. who I'm I kidding he's not someone to feel guilty about what he did wrong. I quickly avert my eyes and walked away, feeling his gaze on my back.

When my car drove in, it immediately caught everyone's attention. Someone exclaimed, "Mr. Peterson, your company is really wealthy if employees drive such nice cars to work!" All eyes turned toward me. I calmly got out of the car and walked straight up to the three of them. Lucia's eyes were filled with jealousy. Marcus's expression changed as he lowered his voice to tell me, "Why are you here? The film crew is still around. Whatever it is, can't it wait until they leave?" I smiled and said loudly, "Mr. Peterson, I'm here to resign."

Didn’t notice him disappear into the crowd exiting the later showing, unhurried, unremarkable, exactly the kind of presence nobody thinks to remember until it matters. We drove home still laughing about the teenager, about the ridiculous hoodie, about an evening that had felt, for a few hours, like the normal life we kept telling each other we still might get to have. I had no way of knowing that evening, and a hand at the small of her back, would end up being only the first frame in a set someone was quietly building — patient enough to wait for more before deciding it was time to use any of it.

I thanked her absentmindedly, pretending to eat, my eyes glued to the footage. “Beta, eat properly,” she said, frowning. “I will,” I replied, forcing a smile. Quickly finished and stood up. “I’ll go to my room.” She must have thought I was sulking because of her departure. But my mind was already ten miles ahead, inside Mr. Everhart’s house, behind that hidden wall. Once I was in my room, I dimmed the lights and watched in silence. He was still there. Still working. Then, close to evening, the camera caught something. A faint click. His hand moved to the far side of his study, and the feed jolted. He opened his vault.

‘Because there’s an outsider inside their city. ***

Uncle Albrun asks. I nod silently, suddenly extremely nervous. Lysander, Winnie, Albrun, and I all walk into the backyard which butts up against the woods, giving us plenty of space to work. You ready for this Morgs? Winter asks. As ready as I’ll ever be. I reply. (Lysander’s P.O.V)