Chapter 9 The Outsiders Novels & Stories

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER ONE MARIA PAUL'S POV .......................................................................................... It was a day to my freedom to run,to crawl or to swim but at most i must move and never slow down. With my poor heart beating profusely, mind racing as i went through the thousand different things that could possibly go wrong tonight. My body ached and my hands shew, the whip marks printed on my skin. I had to do this to save myself. My hands shook with trepidation as i quickly threw clothes into the largest bag i could find, thought after thought occupying my mind . I had to get out of here that was all that mattered.

Chapter 9: The Price of Victory Night falls heavy and fast, the way it always does in the borderlands—like someone snuffed out the last candle and left only smoke. I’m inside the tent, hood down, studying the next chapter by that faint violet glow from my own fingertips when the first vibration hits the ground. Not the usual camp shuffle. Not footsteps. Something heavier. Coordinated. Many. I drop the book. Hood up. Slip to the flap and peer out.

Peach is ready for a debate when the car stop meters away from their school gate. This is her every day routine whenever she's with her friends. Peach doesn't like the attention that the other student keep on giving them that's why she preferred to walk than to be with them whenever there going inside the school. They attracted to many students (those three actually enjoying the attention). What an attention seeker. Peach is in the middle of writing a new chapter for her next story when the noises that came from her classmates suddenly became louder. "Hi Peach!" A familiar lively voice greeted her that makes her eyes wide open. She slowly look for the owner of that voice and she she started

I froze as I stared him horrified. “You still haven’t recognized me, my Rosebud?” ~~~❤~~~ End of fourteenth chapter. Thank you guys. If you like my story do press the star button to show your appreciation.💞

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

After hanging up the phone, I dumped out the tap water I had collected while visiting the Sarikash Highlands. I scooped up a bottle of murky river water and brought it to the hospital room instead. Seth Gibson and his buddies all stared at me, their eyes wide with shock. Seth looked pale. "Nevaeh, what took you so long to get back?" I showed off the fake scratches I had drawn on my arms and said with teary eyes, "Seth, my body just wasn't strong enough. I had to take an oxygen tank with me to climb, and it took me a whole two weeks to reach the top.

The moment I touched the door handle, I heard the sharp click of the locks engaging. Frederick rolled down his window and looked at me coldly. "Take a cab. I just had the car washed, and you reek of alcohol." He seemed to have forgotten why I reeked of alcohol in the first place, the disgust in his eyes unmistakable under the streetlights. Normally, I would have frantically tried drinking water, tearfully explaining that it was just a little wine and that the smell wasn't that bad. Perhaps I might have even broken down right there on the street, demanding through my tears why he'd made me apologize for Emma.

He tossed me onto the wet, cold pavement outside the gate, the chains clinking shut behind me. I lay there for a moment, like a sinner exiled from heaven for unseen sins, my knees and elbows scraped raw. Slowly, I pushed myself up and trudged forward, a zombie in the deluge. The rain battered my skin like an unrelenting foe, forming blisters on my bare feet with every step. The freezing cold gnawed at me, but it couldn't touch the burning void in my chest.

Chapter 7: "Ally or Enemy?" ───── ❝ K I L L I A N W I L D E' S P O V ❞ ──── Standing outside the school's infirmary with its walls painted a dreary gray, and the lighting is muted and dull, I watched in heightened sense and horror as the new girl that I just saved from her near death drowning experience coughed violently, trying to get the excess water out of her lungs.

Or maybe it is the smell of the Chow burning in the air that is making me lightheaded. As I run up the hill away from the burning office, I trip over a branch and hit the ground hard. My hands claw against the ground as I try to pull myself back upright. My gloves tear against the roots and the rocks sticking out of the earth. My shoulder and arm go limp as I reach the top of the hill. Rolling over onto my back, I look up at the stars. I try to lift my arm, but I am unable to move it. I lay on the ground, waiting for someone to find and kill me. I think about Osiris and my cottage.