Everybody Loves An Outlaw Novels & Stories

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He wanted survival for all of us. He was the reason we still had a roof, a name, a future and if I had to follow him into hell itself, I would. No hesitation. No questions because in this world trust wasn’t a choice, It was blood. I downed the whiskey, felt it burn down my throat, and let the warmth spread until the ghosts went quiet again. Outside, thunder rolled across the hills, deep and distant. A warning or a promise, couldn’t tell. All I knew was that tomorro

The knives in my purse press against me as I wait. This is my first job in a while, and I feel a bit nervous. Arwyn never backs down from a task, especially when there's a lot to gain. Money is involved because I'm working for Pete Delitroy, one of the notorious outlaws in Vakythia. Although Pete claims to be good, he tore down a building that belonged to a psalter and built a club. He takes from rich merchants who steal from the poor and builds orphanages with secret rooms for his stolen coins. Pete is called an outlaw because he doesn't follow the law, and the king wants him for stealing from the royal treasury countless times.

But this is just the first shot in what looks to be a protracted and violent battle. As his words sank in, a chill went down my spine. The outlaws, those who had abandoned the honourable customs of our people, were like a rotting wound that, if not mercilessly removed, would spread and devour all in its way. I said, "They will regroup, my love," a little nervously. It will be with a ferocity that will try the very boundaries of our resolve when they return."

“Love is for fools.” As I lowered my head, some hurt finding its way into my chest, Ruth snapped her attention to Ian. “You do not deserve my daughter’s love.” Ian huffed a harsh laugh. “Well you are just a hypocrite, aren’t you? Here you are protecting some rogue lover, but condemning me. At least I’m not an outlaw. I have a home and a reputation. I have a life outside of illegal acts.” “Your love isn’t real,” Ruth said flatly. “That alone makes you lesser than those you ridicule.”

~Roman~ When I invited Viviana out in the morning, I had a great itinerary planned for us. Taking her to Sylvia’s pub to meet the guys was not part of it, though, but I cannot just ditch the party they prepared for me. The Outlaws version of a party. Usually, we’d celebrate differently. Flooding booze, girls willing to be taken home, pot and weed, all kinds of gambling where the stakes are as high as Mount Everest. Before the crack of dawn, Nico informed me that the Outlaws didn’t want to take no for an answer, which earned him an earful of speech. I didn’t want to disappoint them. In the family, a birthday is as sacred as an initiation rite.

It is true what they say that everything that you have done in your life has lead up to this very moment, this very hour, this very minute. Everything else except Raven and me has now seized to. …Raven POV… Now let me do tell you about a woman that has been terrified her own lifetime to spent it with only that one person. I did crave the love of only one man, yet I looked for all the reasons why I should not settle with this man. I was perhaps ridiculous in my requirements of such a man, but should you not be since this shall be the one that you woke up every day?

But no one would ever know the truth behind his final moments, hidden beneath a perfect web of deception. -——————————————————- Months passed, and the city was abuzz with excitement as Ethan Leo was officially elected as the country’s next president. The victory was the culmination of years of ambition, carefully plotted moves, and sacrifices. Ethan’s name was celebrated across the nation, his face plastered on newspapers, his story spun into one of resilience and vision. Little did the world know that behind the polished facade was a man who ruled both the political and criminal realms, his influence stretching far beyond what any voter could comprehend.

I’m pretty sure I’ve drunken enough tequila but why does it still sting right in the heart? I looked up and bit my lip before scoffing and letting all the tears fall. “He told me he loves me. He told me he wants to spend the rest of his life with me. He told me I am the only one.” I ranted as the alcohol stroke in. “What happened to everything he told me? What happened to all his I love yous and We’ll be together forevers?” I was bawling, totally breaking down in front of a lot of people. I don’t care. I just want to let this all out. I just want to shout how disappointed I am in him.

When the electricity inevitably got cut off, it was, “Well, hell’s bells, I’d been meaning to pay the bill. They shoulda known that. We always pay eventually, don’t we? What’d they have to go and cut us off for?” But as sure as God made little green apples, his rodeo entry fees never got paid late. Dixie had loved that irresponsible, lovable idiot her whole life, but she’d had all she could do to raise two sons, run the diner, keep house and worry about Jimmy Don breaking his neck riding broncs in some rodeo or another. He’d been as careless as he’d been good-looking. Finally, about four years ago, she’d had all she could take. Love him or not, she could no longer live with him.