Dally The Outsiders Novels & Stories

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.

Dale. Dale is like the school's heartthrob, catching every girl's eye with his tall frame, fair skin, captivating eyes, smooth voice, and physique that could make anyone do a double take. But, just to be clear, that doesn't include me. Now, I'm bringing up Dale because every girl falling for his charm becomes my sworn enemy. Dale and I go way back, not in a romantic way, though. We're neighbors, classmates, and childhood buddies, I guess. It's hard to put a label on what Dale and I are. And it's weird; whenever I'm in trouble, he shows up like my personal superhero, saves the day, and then ghosts me like it's no big deal. Besides those random heroic moments, we don't talk much.

DAISY I was standing in front of the mirror, Grayson daddy behind me. Actually, I wasn't doing much of standing. Daddy was holding me up by my waist and if he let go of me, I would immediately crash down to my knees or even fall down to my ass. I had no strength left in these legs. My pussy felt stretched out and sore and I think it would be right for me to accept that I would lose this dare. It had been obvious right from the beginning anyways, that I could not win.

Kept in safety. Held in the quiet dark of a house that is finally, fully home. As sleep begins to pull me under, still wrapped in their arms, I know with absolute certainty that we will keep it… with my two bullies who have now become my greatest supporters.

Even though their group really haven't had that much interaction with Farrah, the moment she entered their group, she had become a very important person to them. “There's nothing we could do. We could only say we're unlucky. There's a huge gap in strength between us and that monster,” Jerald fixed his glasses, looking coldly at the door. “It's best if we leave as early as we could.” “We will leave 2 hours later. Ready, because this is our last chance.” “Yes!” * It took a long time before Dior came back. He was covered in foul stench and black blood, scaring Farrah that she almost wet her pants. When she noticed the unusual smell, she covered her nose.

"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.

someone whispered into my ear, their breath harsh against my skin, the strong smell of alcohol saturating the air around. I pulled away, leaning an arm against the counter. They were four girls, and they looked wasted. I didn't want to get in trouble with them. So, I stood up and started walking away. "Get back here, thieving bi*ch. How dare you want to f**k the pole man before us!" Their voices disappeared with the loud music behind me. Walking briskly between the crowd, I decided to head outside to calm my head. Outside was lonely, and dark.

She withdrew her feet and let the cold bite at her skin once again. Dallion, who had been resting with his eyes closed, felt the subtle movement. How stubborn, he thought to himself. She could have asked for the blanket, but instead, she chose to endure the cold. It seemed to him like a suitable punishment for his little mouse. He watched her body curl tighter against the chill. Rising quietly from the bed, Dallion crossed the room to the window, where he closed the curtains, shutting out the cold draft. He picked up a cigar from the table, lighting it with practiced ease. Stepping out onto the balcony, he looked out at the city below, the quiet hum of the streets and the distant sound of th

I will never let him hurt any of my family members. Outside the pack gallery, Daniel proceeded to his car. Assistant Nick was walking next to him. "Alpha, you look mad." Daniel turned his head, glaring at him. Nick gulped, letting out a nervous chuckle. "My apologies, Alpha. Please calm down." Daniel climbed into his car. He leaned his back against his seat. His mind kept reflecting Daisy's face. He had never met Daisy before. When he left the pack house, he was just about to turn ten. He had never met that girl. She was considerably younger than him.

He got to know many weaknesses of the pack whether it was about the business system or the amounts of Omegas they had. After two days, Dylan went to the town where Alpha Albert and his family were staying. It was morning time, Dylan came out of a departmental store after buying a cigarette packet. He was walking on the street, heading to his car. Girls around him were glancing at him. They could see a boy with black pants, a black shirt, and a pair of black shoes. He had a black cap and black mask on too. But still, he looked so handsome that those girls could not put their eyes off him.