Matt Dillon Outsiders Novels & Stories

“I’ll own up to it. But hey, I think being late is a blessing in disguise.” I look around at the sea of people, all engaged in their own conversations, barely paying us any attention. “Now we can blend in, no big dramatic entrance, no eyes glued to us. It’s perfect.” Dixie raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Blend in? You do realize who we are, right? You’re literally the Alpha of the Slater pack, and I’m the mysterious mate everyone must have been whispering about for months. I don’t think ‘blending in’ is in the cards, dude.”

The comments kept flooding in so fast I could barely read them properly. * Scholarship girl already embarrassing herself* *She really talked back to Dylan Winthrop???* *Somebody humble her quickly* *Why does she look so lost all the time?* *Imagine coming to Blackwood broke* *She doesn’t belong here* *Another charity case* *Dylan looked like he wanted to kill her* *This year is about to be entertaining* *Will she last?, the others always run away* Heat rushed to my face instantly.My fingers tightened around the phone while embarrassment twisted painfully inside my chest.This was insane,People here were insane.

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."

Mom then turned to me, looking at me with a pained and aggrieved expression once again. "Rene! Are you seriously going to let your dad and your brothers go to jail? They just made a mistake! It was just a family disagreement that should be easily forgiven!" I wiped the blood from my mouth again. "A mistake? You call it a mistake that you all punched, kicked, and forced me, your own biological daughter, their biological sister, to grovel and beg, all for the sake of an outsider? "Tell me the truth, Mom. I'm not your biological daughter, am I? It's Vivian who is your actual daughter, right?"

Just as I was setting down my drink to go look for her, Dillon came swaggering through the pink saloon doors, and he caught my eye, heading straight for me. Dillon and Dalton were very similar in looks, but Dillon had added something to his life experience, moving away from our small town and our focus on wine and the land. It showed in the way he carried himself, more confidently, with a little more ego in his step, maybe. In some ways I envied him, but I couldn’t see myself ever leaving Solano Creek, leaving Mom and my family. This was where I was meant to be, especially with Dad gone. “Just talked to Hannah back there,” he said, leaning over the counter and keeping his voice low. “I like

Charlie smiled and asked, “Why? Based on the meaning behind your words, will this matter be over as long as I watch my attitude now?” “F*ck!” Dillion cursed angrily, “It’s already too late for you to watch your attitude now! D*mn it! You b*stard! The reason why I came here is to kill you!” Having said that, Dillion immediately said to the group of muscular and strong men around him, “F*cking beat him to death!” When the group of strong and muscular men heard this, they rushed toward Charlie immediately. When Marianne saw this situation, she subconsciously stood in front of Charlie and blurted out, “Dillion Brown! I will call the police to arrest you immediately if you dare to make a move on

I don't know if my thoughts swing towards malnourishment because I offered her food, but I hate myself for thinking that way. "Thank you," she says again, holding her cup in both hands. Unsure if I should really be acknowledged for such a small gesture, I just give a small nod. I step outside while she eats and walk down the narrow walkway outside the restaurant. People walk to and fro, in and out of the restaurant and others just walk by. I throw my hands into the pockets of my hoodie, looking around the place. Some days I do this— I just stare around without knowing what I'm looking for and sometimes inspiration finds me by little things, like the old man sitting on the other side of the r

Matthew sat back down on the chair across from Dillion and said "He wasn't cute. That man had a big beer belly and looked like a murderer. He had tattoos and a scar above his eyebrow that made him look like that evil lion Scar from The Lion King." "HE DID NOT!" I shouted at Matthew. Matthew smirked and said "Yes he did." Dillion laughed and shook his head then said "Im out of here. You guys are too much. Bye Ali." I looked at Dillion and stood in front of him, trying to stop him. "Wait! You don't have to leave." I said to putting my hands out towards Dillion. He stopped and raised his eyebrow at me. Dillion chuckled and said "Yeah, I do. I gotta go pick up Dina from school and pack up our st

Three grown men stood in front of me, their eyes glinting with something feral. “Finally, we found you, Rouge. Come with us. You don’t belong here. Alpha Damian is waiting for you.” The man with a thick neck and a tattoo creeping up his skin stared at me coldly. He mentioned Alpha Damian—a name I had never even heard before. “Who are you? I don’t know you, and I certainly don’t know any Alpha Damian.” My gaze darted from one to the other. Fear crawled beneath my skin, but I forced myself to stand tall. I couldn’t let them see my weakness.