Greasers Outsiders Novels & Stories

So, Ryker wasn't just a handsome-cocky CEO, he could cook too. What a biased world. I was halfway through my third bite, when a low growl of an engine rumbled outside. The engine got annoyingly louder. Missy leapt out of its crib and bolted, leaving me to face whatever chaos was brewing outside alone. Still chewing fries, I tiptoed towards the window like I was in a low-budget detective movie. Outside was a orange colored-almost-dead-but-still-managing-car. Next to it stood four men dressed in black. Each of them had their hair dyed in Green, Red, purple and wine. They had several piercings here and there too. Pretty nasty.

I toss her the keys, “You drive.” She catches the keys and smirks. “Buckle up, baby.” As we get closer to the pawnshop, I’m glad that we took the chevy. With every mile we take, the area becomes sketchier. With its large number of graffiti and liquor stores, it reminds me of my old neighborhood. Homeless men loiter around the corners holding signs, and prostitutes in fishnet stockings and extremely revealing dresses work their hustle. I try not to look too closely at the shifty-eyed men congregating in front of sordid looking vehicles with tinted windows.

“I’m just a country bumpkin! How am I supposed to know what a bank statement is?! Who knows if you’ve tampered with it?! “I get it now. You hate me. Fine. I’ll take my own life right now!” Right after that, Emerald slammed her head against the pillar. She was scheming because she sneaked glances at everyone’s reaction before doing it.

"Ethan, Leo is four. He can't spend three days in a coal car." "He won't have to," Ethan said, reaching into the "Go-Bag" and pulling out a set of "Hard-Reset" credentials—physical, paper passports that smelled of old ink and vinegar. "We’re not traveling as the Hawkes. We’re traveling as the 'Relocated.' We’re going to be the people the system doesn't want to see." The Vow of the Outcasts As the barge slipped into the thick, sulfurous mist of the Jersey marshes, the Manhattan skyline finally vanished. The "Gilded Cage" was gone. The "Fractured Peace" was a memory.

Chapter 3: Bent Over the Greasy Hood and Flooded with Thick Mechanic Cum Diesel’s powerful hips slammed forward again and again, driving his massive, oil-slick cock deep into Jake’s stretched hole. The truck hood creaked loudly under Jake’s ass with every brutal thrust. Their sweaty, grease-streaked bodies slapped together obscenely, the wet sounds echoing through the sweltering garage. “Fuck… taking me so deep,” Diesel growled, eyes locked on where his thick shaft disappeared into Jake’s greedy hole. “Look at that pretty ass swallowing every inch of my fat mechanic dick. So sloppy and shiny with oil and precum.”

Only the landlord’s huge, vacuous grin seemed earnest. They took more of an exception to Billy’s presence, however, for he was clearly a little guttersnipe, and guttersnipes do not belong in Big Cidering. They belong in the cities like The Smoke, and even Bristol, where all guttersnipes, along with the ‘darkies’, belonged. Billy had the presence of mind to sit in a corner as far away from the other punters as he could, and once Baden joined him after performing his necessary greetings, an audible murmur of surprise interrupted the low flow of simple conversations.

The junky eyes widened, and looked upward in a daze, the driver came out of the car and stomped him hard angrily. “Get out of the road, bastard!” he shouted at the junky angrily, lashing all his frustrations on him. His fellow junky hurried over, pushing the driver away, and helped his friend, Mora and Mama Sarah left, entering a taxi. The two of them returned to a garage, there were many cars in the garage. A man smoking without clothing, his upper body was covered with tattoos, he saw the two junkies he sent to recover money coming in. One of them looked miserable “Boss Jack” one of the junkies said, the one that look better.

Pants on fire! “Nope he’s all yours.” I shake my head and waive at Gabe. “Good luck with this freak show. Laters.” He stands up, letting the drumsticks fall. “You can’t go out there by yourself.” “Can and will.” Once outside I understand what Gabe means. The mob is rowdier than I remember. The stench of alcohol and smoke clogs my breathable air. I’m gagging when a hand grabs my ass. I turn around and come face to face with a guy wearing tight leather and more eyeliner than me.

He changed his tune and said hurriedly, “Oh, friend, don’t mind me. I’m not saying that I won’t allow them to come. It was just a friendly suggestion! Since you insist on bringing them with you, I don’t have any problem with it.” He looked at Stephanie and Claudia, who were outside the car, and waved at them. “Stephanie, Claudia. Hurry up and get into the car. Let’s go now!” Stephanie and Claudia exchanged glances with one another, and then got into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce. Gopher started the car and drove the three of them to the outskirts of the city. The place was much more chaotic compared to Oskiatown. Mobsters of all kinds littered the streets, along with skimpily-dressed wome

From this vantage point, high on the other side of the narrow valley, I can easily spy on the Alphas as they play with their little toy. But these are no ordinary inhabitants of the Zone. This is clear from the omega's short hair and the leather boots on his feet. She is an Outsider and also one of the Alphas. I hate strangers. I kill Outsiders. Nothing else brings me more pleasure. It's a pity that treacherous creatures rarely venture into the Zone. Opportunities to get revenge are very rare. But this opportunity is too good to pass up. Outsider's blood will be spilled tonight. Crawling slowly, the sound of my movements masked by the rain, I pull away from the edge of the broken road and ma