Darry Outsiders Novels & Stories

My bones nearly cracked from the impact as it slammed against the hard floor. I glared at the crowd of people who'd been my family for the first 20 years of my life, now threatening and beating me up all for the sake of an outsider, and felt my heart turn to stone. I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips and glared daggers at them. "I'm going to call the police! Not a single one of you is getting out alive!" Isaac was even more enraged by this. He kicked me hard in the back and thundered, "The police! To hell with that, you stubborn old bitch! I'm going to fucking beat you black and blue!"

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 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."

Charlie then turned to Daves and started, "Mr. Nee." Daves shook in surprise. "Yes, Mr. Wade." "You are an Oskian, part of the Oskian Gang, and you live in Oskiatown," Charlie said. "Here, you represent all the Oskians who make a living in this neighborhood. Remember, stop being a pushover! The facts have proved that being a wimp doesn't keep you safe, especially in your world. The more cowardly you are, the more people will step on you."

One minute, he was my tormentor, the next, my shadow. When we reached the outskirts of the forest, my stomach dropped. Bad luck must have been written all over me tonight because standing there, leaning against a rusted lamppost, was the last person I wanted to see—Jonan and his gang of pricks. “Well, well, look who finally decided to crawl out of the woods.” Jonan grinned, his dark eyes locking onto mine with the same sick amusement I’d grown used to. “What were you doing out there, wolfless? Trying to summon your non-existent wolf?”

The pack members had never stopped searching, but they still couldn't find any trace of me. After all, the Stormcrest pack was the most powerful pack in the Alliance. They had the means to protect the privacy of every teacher at their school. So, the two of them had no choice but to head to the award ceremony for the combat competition, held at the Stormcrest pack's largest arena. The ceremony ended in silence, and when Finn stood up, he suddenly caught a familiar scent. After turning his head, he saw me gently patting a young boy on the head. His eyes went wide. "Mom!"

May ordered, motioning for a server to guide Emma. From beginning to end, Emma didn’t say a word. She knew there was nothing she could do but obey. If even her own mother wanted to push her into this place, where else could she go? Who else could she rely on? Just as her mother had said, the work wasn’t difficult—she just had to endure the hungry stares of the male customers. They made no effort to hide their desire for her. Some even tried to pull her over and force her to drink with them. Emma was so frightened, she could barely breathe. Hina always had to step in and get her out of trouble.

Lyle whispered and rolled his eyes. A giggle escaped me. “Shh. Don't say stuff like that,” I whispered. An older couple walked by and stared at Lyle. “Why not? It made you laugh,” Lyle said and smiled. I snorted and tried to hold another laugh back as we started for the door. “Dallas?” We turned to see River walking up the sidewalk. I moved slightly away from the door of the diner and toward River as the door opened. Hunter came out. Hunter looked at River and then at me, and back to River. It couldn't have been a more intense and awkward moment.

Long black nails and fangs appeared again. "I won't hesitate to crush you to dust. It will be easier for me to kill you since you're an outcast!" "Fuck you!" Adrian struggled to free himself from the man's grip. The mysterious man then threw Adrian's body to the ground. "You should be grateful for this. You should have died! Unfortunately, you became an outcast because you disrupted my ritual last night," the man grabbed Adrian's body and slammed him against the wall, "outcasts are the lowest tier of vampires. Blood and night are your life. Your body will crumble if you don't follow your desire to consume blood."

I was exposed, completely bare for all their hungry eyes to see. "Keep it wide and apart for me," Tyrone said to my pussy lips. I fought the urge to close up and held my legs apart, just as he instructed. I felt the other boys move in behind me, and I could not stop thinking of how I smelled or tasted down there. It was so humbling.