Chapter 9 The Outsiders Novels & Stories

“Get your hands off me!” Caine watched as the Domineers hauled him over toward the sealed entrance of the shelter. Many of the others jumped to their feet in shock as they began to realize what was happening. Caine’s subordinates carefully pried the door open. The powerful, freezing winds did not hesitate to storm into their refuge. The Domineer victim cried out as he was thrown out of the shelter and into the snow. The Domineers quickly shut the door and hurried back to the fire to warm up. Caine looked away as he listened sadistically to the sound of the foolish Outsider knocking in vain against the walls, begging to be let back inside. However, within seconds his calls turned into muffled

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

the chapter accidentally repeated the chapter above instead of the intended chapter, I fixed it and if you remove the book from your library and re add it it should fix, alternatively I will post it bellow for those of you who already had the incorrect chapter and don't wnat to remove and re add. *************************** Nova’s POV

Chapter 49 – Choices and Consequences includes: Deep emotional confrontations and resolutions Escalation of external threats High-stakes personal choices and accountability Integration of humor to maintain resilience Strategic planning for family and community safety Reflection on consequences and unity

They believed that if I just gave in and said I was fine, all those crimes would disappear beneath a pile of money. However, I was no longer that little girl waiting at the far end of the long table for scraps of cold leftovers. Never again would I denigrate myself just to protect my family's reputation.

Chapter 1 My face pressed against the damp, muddy earth, my fingers plunging deep into the mire, I found myself in a desperate situation. The monster who had my leg in his grip possessed strength far above my desire to flee. Despite my sadness, a spark of resolve burned within me, prompting me to resist. I managed to flip onto my back by twisting my body with all my power, taking advantage of the chance to toss handfuls of muck at his face, temporarily disorienting him.

’ I can feel his futile attempt to resist and as I looked at this trespasser in the corner of my eye, I frowned. ‘Why are this bastard’s eyes like this, like he was abandoned by the world?’ -End of Chapter 6 -

xo ADB_Stories ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter features abuse and offensive language* A cold wind blows through the crevice in the brick wall of the basement; a shiver wracking my body as I huddle my knees up towards my chest hoping to retain what little heat I have left in my fragile body. The eerie whistle of the cold wind is just as bone-chilling as the cold itself. The smell of dirt, mould and dry blood is a constant reminder of where I am.

⚠️Warning⚠️: This chapter contains attempted rape (ATTEMPTED only). If you're sensitive about this topic, I suggest readers consider it carefully before proceeding. ******* THIRD PERSON's POV "Where am I?" Oswin uttered, looking down at the wet cobblestone under his feet. He lifted his face and sniffed. "What's this stinky smell?" Seeking the answer to his question, he exited the narrow path and moved onto the main street, where the air was a bit fresher but still held a pungent smell to his nose.

How could that be a coincidence? Three days ago, Louis had stolen my food and humiliated me in front of everyone, telling me to beg for scraps. Three days later, he was burned to death, and takeout boxes were laid out beside him. It was like he'd literally been "grilled". I tried to stay calm, but a storm of emotions rose in me. This was the guy who had humiliated me and stomped all over my dignity with the nastiest words he could find. And now, he was dead. The way he died felt almost symbolic, too.