Dally From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

, I had no idea that was why he was bringing me here but I had nothing, literally nothing except what I was wearing when I ran away. Maddox snorts and rubs his greying beard, “You will need to replace her” “We do not have slaves, we have moved on with the world and so should you” Daryl offers a hand to me so I could get down off the bike, once again the electricity from his touch sending a shock through me. I knew he felt it too as he winks at me Daryl stepped towards Maddox “Show me her room”, Daryl was much bigger than Maddox, it was the first time seeing Maddox look smaller than other Alphas.

***Daisy’s POV.*** I reached the hospital and parked my car. I get out and walk as slowly as a snail in my heels. I have to stop wearing them, otherwise I can fall down. No. I will start wearing walking shoes, which would be good for gripping souls. I reach the cabin and open it to see the doctor is with someone. I turn to leave when Theo says, “Daisy, you are finally here. Come in.” I look at Theo for a full minute and ask, “Why are you wearing this?”

They are slaves now, so she should drop her pride and accept the reality. Dale walks through the forest on his way going home, he was attacked by the slave hunters, he was shackled and bound then tied to a horse when he walks on feet. He was walking for seven days without water and food. He might die soon, he hopes ivy will be in a good hand. Now he regrets the fact that he left his daughter alone in the cold and abandoned her. He's going to be a slave. Then what is ivy going to be? The head of the slave hunters ask the guards to pour some waters on Dale when he passed out.

“But Dale doesn’t! And he’s in control. We can’t trust him; we’re on our own except for Wade and Charlie.” Daisy pouted the whole time she rifled through her new closet and found none of her usual exercise clothes. She was forced to take the running outfits provided, which consisted of tight fitting pants and a sports bra. She didn’t even have any T-Shirts left. At least the new clothes fit her and were somewhat in her taste, if pushing the limits of her comfort somewhat. She stepped outside the house to find almost everyone already waiting for the run. It was strangely comforting, though she didn’t understand why. “Our pack loves us.” Daisy offered happily.

His hope of encountering Alistair dwindled, and he let out a sigh as he continued his search, moving further into the place. Dallin meticulously combed through every room, leaving the bedroom for last. He turned the doorknob and stepped inside, fumbling to find the light switch. Suddenly, something obstructed his path, causing him to stumble slightly. With a shaky hand, Dallin finally managed to illuminate the room. What he saw left him speechless, his eyes welling up with tears. He rushed to Alistair, who lay sprawled on the floor amidst a sea of empty beer bottles and various alcoholic drinks, appearing utterly wasted and forlorn.

“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.”

“Yeah, you are. I bet you believe they’ve changed, that they suddenly care about you, and that they didn’t mean the harm they’d caused all of us. They’re not proud of me. They’re tricking you fuckers into attacking me, and the other alphas of the four regions because that’s what they wanted. It doesn’t matter that it’s me. You’re the one making them proud!” “I’M NOT!” The conversation after that was really really tense. I ignored her outburst, and I asked her some questions. The Barnyard Wolves. That’s the name of the rogues. I didn’t blame Dally for her... false belief in her parents. Abuse is forever sticking with you, clinging to the brain like an infectious disease you just can’t get rid

There were no birds singing, no rustling of leaves, just the low murmur of conversations from the Nomads scattered around the campfire, their faces half-hidden in shadow. Dylan stood at the center of it all, tall and broad-shouldered, his grizzled beard flecked with gray, his eyes sharp and calculating. He looked like someone who had seen too much—someone who had survived this world long before it crumbled. His Nomads were a ragtag bunch, dressed in mismatched survival gear, their weapons hung casually at their sides. But there was nothing casual about the way they watched us. "Welcome," Dylan said, his voice low and smooth, like he was trying to put us at ease. It didn’t work. "You've picke

"But—" "Just give me the painkillers. That's all." "...Alright, Miss Cheesy." --- It had been three days since Daryl started scouring every corner of the city. He had called over a dozen unfamiliar numbers. He even ignored Clara’s calls. His phone kept buzzing, but Daryl didn’t care. His eyes were locked on the road, scanning every face that passed by. "Cheesy... where are you?" he muttered, pounding the steering wheel in frustration. As his car slowed at a small intersection, Daryl’s eyes caught sight of a familiar figure.

Relief washed through her body and Isadora let out an exhale. Instantly, the door to the restroom hallway opened and Zavian walked. The air in the room froze and his legs halted for a second as he took in the sight of the place. “Dora…” His voice came in sharp and worried filled as he watched her clutch her chest tightly. He took a step forward, grabbing her by the shoulders while examining her with his eyes. Isadora sniffed back, her legs wobbling as she struggled to hold herself together. She was still weak. Weak from the way Damian had fingered her pussy and the way he had made her cum like his dirty little slut.