Romans & histoires Bts Outcast Au

“The sins of the parents would be on the child. What form would I take. A ghosty form ha ha. Can’t wait for the battlefield. We’re ain’t after the elections but after lives. We’ll make sure he doesn’t win and then kill him.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and sips the bottle of beer in front of him. His right was patch. He wore a singlet which show off his tattooed covered skin. His hair was sprayed white. There was a scar on his left cheek. And a missing tooth. He was Savage savaged.

He slides his jacket over his shoulders and begins to unbutton his shirt, I watch on. "How was your day?" Luke asks through the phone. Mason takes his shirt off, and I watch as every muscle in his back tenses. "It... was good," I stammer, distracted. My eyes are locked on my best friend. "How was yours?" "It was great but busy," Luke says. Mason drops his pants and carefully hangs them on a hanger. I can see every muscle in his thick thighs. "Same." I frown. "I'm kind of calling to move up our date to Friday tomorrow, I have to travel to a convention on Saturday." Luke says.

"OK, still not ready for the truth. Did you know that if you only slash three of four tires, insurance won't pay for them to get fixed." "I don't think that's true." "Ok, well I can dump sugar down his gas tank tomorrow while you are at your photoshoot." "Please." "Consider it done. Do you want me to go with you tomorrow?" "No. I have to put my big girl panties on and do this." The next morning, I walked into the stadium at the indicated time. I was quickly whisked away by someone named Raul. He was a tall skinny man who had on more makeup than I had ever worn in my life.

His voice was hoarse, but mockery still clung to every word. "What's your name?" I asked, calm, though my gaze never left him. He spat on the floor. "Like I'd tell you." His laugh cracked the silence, harsh and ugly. Daxon's patience broke. The baseball bat came down fast and hard against the side of the Outcast's skull. The sick thud of bone meeting wood echoed off the walls. The Outcast let out a low growl, pain mixing with stubbornness. Without pause, Daxon grabbed the dart gun from the table and fired three quick shots. The darts buried themselves deep in the Outcast's chest. His body jerked, and a groan slipped out of him.

Happy smiles on their lips, so bright that it is impossible to look straight. Everything is like the past has changed. The other woman took her mother's life, and the other girl took hers. Her father, it seemed, was no longer her father. Aurora feels like falling into a fog, everything becomes blurry, and there is no way out. Suddenly, a loud voice rang in her ear, pulling her out of her own world: - Hello, an outcast of time. Aurora widened her eyes in surprise, she turned her head to look at the voice. There was a clock floating in the white mist. The other watch even makes a body with dew, just like a human.

Five years ago, Alpha Ethan rejected me for my curves and my pack ranking. I built a new life and a thriving business. Now, my brother is dying, and the only thing that can save him is a healer I can't afford. Ethan comes with a desperate deal: to carry his heir, and he pays for the cure. I signed the contract with just a deal in mind. To keep me safe during a brutal territory war, I’m hidden away at the Iron Vipers compound, under the personal protection of Jax Mercer. Jax is a half-breed outlaw president known to be brutal and uninterested. Now, as the stakes are raised I’m placed between two men who don’t take no for an answer.

"I just want her to know she has no right to make a scene. She can lose me at any time." And I, in the next room, kept calling his name until the last of my strength was gone. Then I finally closed my eyes. Several hours later, Julian walked out of the studio fully dressed. Two men approached him. They looked satisfied and excited, scrolling through an auction livestream on a phone. "Incredible. That figure has to be at least a D." "Ha, when the auction starts, I'm buying one no matter what." Julian accidentally glanced at the phone. He rushed over and grabbed the man's collar, eyes bloodshot.

I had always been disciplined in my training. Yet, I knew that I had no chance against so many Beasts. "Open the door! Let me in! Please!" The Beasts closed in, every step making my skin crawl as I slammed my fists on the door in panic. Yet, all I got in response was loud laughter from inside the car. They even pulled out cash and started placing bets on how long I would last against the Beasts' assault. Roar…! A giant Beast, so much taller than me, suddenly lunged.

“He smashed my phone and moved me across the country.” “You didn’t say good-bye,” Lucas said. Dark skin, a single cuffed earring, and a fade with three-inch dreadlocks, Darius stood a bit stockier than the others. If it wasn’t for his gold family ring that he wore around his right thumb, I wouldn’t have recognized him. “I didn’t think I was leaving,” I said. “You left on your eighteenth birthday,” Tyler said, his voice deeper than it had been since I’d last seen him.

But this time… they felt different. Not a dream, exactly. A memory. She stood in a crumbling hall old stone, vines choking the walls, stained glass shattered into the dirt. A woman stood at the center, her arms outstretched as figures in black cloaks shouted, their faces masked, their voices cruel. “Outcast,” they screamed. “Breaker of laws. Betrayer of kin.” Samantha tried to run to her, but her legs wouldn’t move. She could only watch as the woman, a tall figure with hair like shadows and fire, was shoved to her knees.