Dally Outsiders Novels & Stories

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

“Kayla… I don’t understand. Dawn doesn’t hate you. You must be misinterpreting something. Don't worry. I will talk to her.” Kayla slowly lifts her face, tears still clinging to her lashes. She tilts her head, her expression a mix of wounded innocence and subtle accusation. “Misinterpreting? Jim, I’m not lying. She… she made it very clear.” Her voice drops to a whisper, carefully measured to pull at his concern. “I’m… I’m not welcome. I’m just an outsider. If I’m an outsider… is your baby… your son… an outsider too?”

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

Scene: Underground Holding Cell – Dusk The walls were damp with silence. Dalia sat on the edge of the cot, knees pulled to her chest, the bruises around her wrists faded but still aching. It had been days—or weeks; time lost meaning down here. Her meals came cold and plain. Her thoughts were sharper than ever. When the heavy door opened, she didn’t look up right away. She’d stopped expecting anything but commands or silence. But then came the sound of footsteps that didn’t belong to the guards.

He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other

Daniel’s visits were getting bolder. He texted them rules before he even arrived. One Saturday he told them to meet him at a nice hotel downtown. Lena wore a short black dress with nothing underneath. Jake had a small metal plug sitting deep in his ass, just like Daddy ordered. Every step they took made Jake’s cock leak in his pants.

They came straight to mine and Kevin's office building, looking worse for wear, with haggard faces and deep, sunken eyes. Cathy's usual sharp tongue was seemingly gone. She literally threw herself at my feet as soon as she saw me.

Jax sighed. “Yeah, yeah,” I nodded quickly. “They’ll delay it anyway.” “Which is why we don’t give them room to.” He kept talking while I pretended to listen. Dally moved from table to table. I watched her pour drinks with a towel slung over her shoulder, and her hair was undone, but her skin glowed under the bar light. That uniform was too fucking short. I hated that I wasn’t the only one seeing it. It hugged every curve and made my blood run hot every time she bent over.

I am also wearing the same clothing as Ashton, if someone sees us here, they would instantly believe that we're a couple wearing a couple shirt. "Dad? How can we do the dare? It looks like we're the only ones here at the resort." Ashton asked raising his brows. "If memory serves me right, there's a disco bar nearby, and there aren't many people here because this is an exclusive resort," I explained, he nods in understanding. We continued to walk over the coast of the sea until not far away from where we stood, we heard loud music, we look at each other knowingly. I placed my hands over Ashton's shoulder when I notice him fidgeting, it seems like he's cold.

He was about to lay down on the makeshift bed; Darryl had become accustomed to the harsh environment after spending the last three years in the Valley of Death. Pitter-patter... However, as soon as he laid down, he heard footsteps from the outside; he could guess two people. Darryl sat up hurriedly; he raised his head and looked outside. Soon, he saw two figures run into the yard miserably. They were a middle-aged man and a girl. The middle-aged man was well-dressed in branded suits and leather shoes, but his face was pale. There was a stab wound on his shoulder and several other stab wounds on his back. Blood continued to gush from the injuries.