Dally From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

he squinted as he asked. ★★★ The sun was setting and the evening sky took over, still, America was unconscious. I laid down on the couch--still at America's place-- as my wounds ached. "There's trouble dude!" Dylan panted heavily as he ran inside through the back door. "What's going on?" I asked as I immediately lunged myself off the couch. "Alpha Travis!" A feminine voice yelled out from outside. As I stepped outside, I saw the heads of both communities, my dad and Darla's mother. My dad looked at me with pity in his eyes while Natasha glared angrily at me.

Daley was gone when I opened my eyes in the morning. I'm used to him leaving without saying goodbye. Every time I close my eyes last night, I picture Frade alone in the garden. And Daley appeared in my dream. His hands were stained with blood, and he was dressed in a large white robe that resembled a monk's. He stood in the misty forest and watched me from a distance. Half of his face was covered by darkness, revealing only the other half, which was broken.

Dyelon pulled away from his family looking at the door as more of Dom's men came out. “I don't know, there was so much smoke we could barely see.” Dilara said, nervously looking everywhere, but Dyelon. “Dom, what is going on down there, are my men helping others out through the tunnels?” Dyelon asked, walking up to Dom. “I don't know, as soon as the tunnel door was cleared I got your mate and daughter out of there.” Dom, said gesturing to his daughter and granddaughter. Dyelon looked at the smoking door leading to the clinic, a pup and a little girl came barreling out of the door. “CHARMS! RAZOR!” Dyelon heard, from behind him. A few seconds later he was almost knocked over by the women, wh

“I was just telling her you're on the way.” “You're right this time, Daddy.” Lannie giggled. “Daddy always came and promised you'd come, but you never showed up, Mummy.” So Daryl frequented the orphanage. Today wasn't just a coincidence after all. In his presence, Haley's awkwardness returned. Right. She was mad at him for being the catalyst of Harry's craziness, but now… “Can you spare a minute?” Daryl dropped Lannie and gave her a serious look. “There's something we need to discuss.”

she said, "Sometimes it takes an outsider to make us see things clearly." Daryl stood up, feeling relieved and enlightened. He walked away from the Women's Association Hall with a newfound appreciation for the complexities of human relationships. He realized that everyone had their own struggles, and that it was important to approach people with empathy and understanding. As he walked home, he saw Hilary walking towards him. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to take a chance. "Hilary," he called out, "I just wanted to say hello." Hilary looked up, surprised. "Oh, hi, Daryl," she said, "What are you doing here?"

The pages were so worn, I was being overly careful out of fear of ripping them. January 17th, 1859 We moved to Dallas on a whim. My family is originally from New York, and they were tired of fighting so hard to make a living. There is competition for work and most of it was hard work for not enough pay. Pops and Ma decided they needed to escape the downtown area in New York and start a farm somewhere new. We bought land in Dallas. The population here is around 600 at the most. It feels nice to be able to walk outside without walking into a neighbor. Everybody is very nice and welcoming here. This is great difference from the downtown bustle where everyone was in a hurry and everyone was i

- Dylan's POV I tried every which way to get out of the cellar, but to no avail. Kelly had only been gone for a day, and I was already starving. I exerted so much energy trying to get out that my body was beginning to fail me. I knew that I needed to hold on until she came back so that I could ambush her when she finally opened the door, but I wasn't sure if I could make it.

Della's POV It's been two months since I've moved to New York with Daisy. Natalie has been coming over consistently. Between the day we got together as of not long ago, I've been telling her bits regarding our past. She's never made a decision about me and I'm thankful for all that she accomplishes for us. She’s like a real sister to me and an Auntie to Daisy. She's family to us. Daisy and her turned out to be exceptionally close. Daisy calls her Aunt Nat and Natalie calls her Dai or more often than not darling.

I sneer coldly. He tumbles out of the car, looking dazed. The car peels off, leaving the lone figure behind.

I have something to say. ** Dala was already there, sitting at the bench outside the closed café, her arms wrapped tightly around herself and a hoodie pulled over her head. She frightenedly and instinctively looked up. God, she looked tired. Not just physically. Soul-deep exhausted. Like someone who’d carried too much for too long. “Hey,” I said. “Hey.” I sat beside her, but not too close. She didn’t lean in. Didn’t smile. “I heard about what happened,” I offered gently. “I’m sorry. About Amber. About all of it.”