Johnny Outsiders Novels & Stories

she asked. Johnny nodded. “I’ve been away too long.” A pause. “And I don’t think I’m wanted here anyway,” he added quietly. That one hurt. Grace looked up quickly. “Don’t say that.” Johnny turned to face her. “It’s the truth.” Silence. Grace didn’t deny it. Because she couldn’t. Her mother made it obvious. Richard made it uncomfortable. And even the staff treated him like an outsider. “I’m sorry,” Grace said softly. Johnny shook his head.

Then just like that he left leaving me with nothing but the echo of those words, We protect our own. I used to believe that but if that were true, why did it feel like we were tearing each other apart By midday, the sun beat down hard on the yard. A few of the brothers worked on bikes, others cleaned weapons. Life went on, even with a corpse cooling in the next room and a traitor locked up in the back. I found Troy near the garage, wiping grease from his hands. “He say anything?”

From the other cells the sounds of yelling and howling bounced off the walls like gunshots, the doors trembling as they were hit from the inside. “What the hell happened?” Lucas asked when he spotted Johnny, blood leaking from a cut on his lip and another on his cheek. “Fuckers in cell four found a way of busting the door open.” Johnny replied, his silver eyes flashing in rage. “We managed to get everyone except one." "What do you mean except one?" Lucas frowned. "I mean that one of the fuckers got away, Lucas." Johnny snapped. "And we don't know who it was."

In worst cases, the overall ranking of Adelaide Academy will definitely drop. Upon knowing those possibilities, I still did not stop running Ringo Dingo. Instead, I am working hard to make my business grow. This is the only way I know that will help me in surviving this life. Even my own parents forgot about me. I haven’t heard a thing from them since the day they left me. It’s funny how I still call them ‘parents’ even though they didn’t treat me as their child. I had no one else to run. It has always been myself and I.

(Johnny) Johnny is also a soldier a few days ago, until he lost his right hand, and he decided to quit, and hides in the city. Despite his deserted status, no one bothered to captured him, in fact nearly all the eligible man in the city, most of them were disabled all thanks to war, and all of them were deserters, the fellow soldier just left them be, the populace pity and just ignored them. Thanks to that, the many men in this city were all just a bunch of disabled, that were stranded in this city with nothing on their side.

I gasped and stepped back gingerly pulling my knife from my side. Johnny was the renowned alley bully king, he got whatever he wanted, when he wanted it, mostly with force or coercion, he also had crew members who do dirty work for him. He had been arrested a couple of times, but since he escaped from juvie last year, police had been on his tail, but this juvenile was a hard target, and recently he had gone dark, hiding here in the dark alley of the Narrows. I'm sure Johnny would recognize me, but I was wearing my hoodie, and besides he didn't seem ready to let me leave here in one piece, I mean that literally, because it's what he does to people, break 'em and take their stuff.

During summer break, I returned home unannounced, hoping to surprise my family. But the moment I stepped through the door, my elder brother, Ronan, called the police. "Hello. I'd like to report a burglary at my house." Only when the police officer handcuffed me did I snap out of my trance and scream, "Dad, Mom, Julian, don't you recognize me? I'm Alba!" My parents shook their heads in unison. "We don't know her." Even Julian Murphy, the man I had dated for five years, averted his gaze. "I guess she's a stalker who thinks I'm her boyfriend." I spent fifteen days drowning in despair. Finally, my best friend, Samantha Lynch, showed up and bailed me out. I couldn't help but complain bitte

The year my son Adrian Fuller was born, I started learning how to raise him properly. Knowing his reserved nature, I handpicked four adopted daughters to watch over and protect him. I poured a decade of heart, soul, and resources into their upbringing; each grew up to be ruthless and fully capable of handling anything on their own. Over the years, Adrian's life was indeed smooth-sailing under the tight protection of his four older sisters. That was until I got a desperate call for help from Adrian one day. "Dad, help me... Someone cornered me in the restroom to beat me up..." When I rushed to the school, I found Adrian huddled in the corner of the restroom, half his school uniform torn