Dally Outsiders Novels & Stories

Alexis hates mornings, but something about Daisy waking her up made her heart flutter a bit. Everyone got ready to travel more and headed out the back door. They carefully made their way through Atlanta, with only having to kill a few dead. They were about to make it off the main road when they heard someone calling for help. They all ran to the scene, trying to figure out a plan to save the man currently surrounded and full of fear. They split up into groups of two and carefully killed each one off, this not being the time they’ve had to save someone trapped in this position. “What’s your name?” Montana asked the new guy after they had finished dealing with the situation.

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 don't know how to answer that without sounding at least a little bit silly. My pack is back there, and I was exiled, sort of? A long story, but I don't have a destination in my mind. I'm simply moving.” “Would you like to move with us? We're heading to a settlement over in the east.” “I'm David,” came one of the outcasts. “Kimora,” said another. “Wally.” “Luke,” signed the deaf guy. “Nice to meet you guys. I'm Layla.”

It seemed like a minor issue—perhaps just worth a few scoldings—but in the past, Damien had instructed his bodyguards to drag people out and beat them, regardless of gender. Allen secretly glanced at Damien, then at the trembling young girl, feeling a flicker of pity. But that pity stayed only in his heart—he didn’t dare show it, for fear of being dragged into trouble. Damien was not a normal man. Most people knew that. He might seem friendly in conversation one moment, but the next, at the slightest displeasure, he could turn cold and cruel. That’s why every meeting with Damien felt so scared to Allen, just want to end it quickly

“Just listen—” “No.” His tone was sharp enough to stop me. Then, softer, “Nothing’s happening to you.” I closed my eyes again. “You sound sure.” “I am.” The car hit a bump, pain spiked through my arm, and I bit my lip. He cursed under his breath and tightened his hold. When we finally slowed down, I heard shouting outside again. It was a collection of different voices, not gunfire this time. Doors opened, footsteps ran toward us. “Boss!” someone called. “We have a doctor inside!”

I opened my eyes. My dad, Alan Jameson, had grabbed Sophie's wrist mid-swing and flung her to the ground. "How could you treat Preston like this?" he roared. Amelia snapped out of her shock and lunged at him, but he kicked her aside. Olivia tried to help her, but none of them were a match for him. One by one, the Caldwells were knocked to the floor. Tommy saw fury in Alan's eyes and hurried to me instead.

Dale asked, pulling me out of the memory. “A small town. I don’t know the name yet. A friend set it up. I’ll work at a diner there.” My eyes were getting heavy. “Four hours to Billings,” he said. He stopped for gas a while later. Dale went inside while I stayed in the cab. Through the window, I saw my face flash across the TV behind the counter. Dale looked up. His expression changed. My heart stopped. “So,” he said when he climbed back in, his voice low, “that news story about the fugitive mother… that’s you.”

Diesel is a thief, a killer, and a monster in a hoodie—but he might be the only thing standing between Daisy and the men who want to break her. In a world where every debt is paid in blood, Daisy is about to learn that some bonds are more dangerous than any debt. Can she survive the man who rescued her, or will Diesel be the one to finally finish what her father started? DAISY POV Location: 4022 West Side Alley—The Club Joint

Then Daisy Drewmoore practically landed in my backyard gift-wrapped by fate itself. The plan was easy. Leak her location to their database, wait for them to pick it up and when they come in for their price, I strike. It was supposed to be simple. Now I’m stuck here with a walking target and a fire hazard, both in shapes of my brothers. The serpent gang were scheduled to move in on Daisy tomorrow. I needed them out before then. I tugged at the bandage harder than necessary. He hissed through his teeth. “You know, most people use painkillers.”

The member list in the channel was painfully clear, showing only four avatars: my father, my mother, my brother, and Bella. My brother, Enzo, replied a moment later, "Just the four of us. Don't call Aurora." "If she comes, she'll just find another excuse to bully Bella." I stared at the words, frozen. It dawned on me then. In this family, I had been the outsider all along. ... As if on cue, my mother's call came through. "Aurora, there's a sudden sit-down with the capos. We won't be back at the manor tonight."