Novel The Outsider Novels & Stories

Next scene, it's time to go home Cindy standing in front of the gate of their school she waiting for her mother, Geneva saw her and she ask Cindy if where she was life, "I live at…" Cindy felt ashamed, she remembered that their house is not the same anymore, but she said, "I lived in the small alley there, my mom rented a small room for us," she answered confidentially. "Oh, that's great we lived in the same place though," Geneva said. "Really?" Cindy added, "Yes, we owned a house there," Geneva said, "Even though it's a very tight alley, we used to live there with my mom, she raised me well. I was raised without a father," she added,

I see the buff club yet again getting out of the cars, followed by one that towered over the others. I squint my eyes for a better look, is that the bear?! My eyes shot open as realization at the sight of him hit me, how is he walking? Holy shit this is a cult! Guy sacrificed something to Satan and is now brand new. I really needed to leave, I keep myself rooted waiting for all of the men to step inside. “Shit, can even smell her outside.” One of the men said as they moved to the front door. I get up and start to slowly make my way to the nearest forest area hoping to avoid as many people as possible.

When the sun the up? Oh, well. I throw my phone carefully on the blue pillow on the bed. I haven’t read in a bit, so I take one of my favorite books. Though I have read it numerous times, it’s an epic book. I run my finger on the letters on the cover page of the book. The letters reads: THE OUTSIDERS. I sigh satisfyingly and begin my book. In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator.

Chinyere ran back into the store and looked for somewhere to hide but there was no where to go. She decided to hide behind the shelf farthest from the door of the store. Her heart was beating even faster than before. She peeked from behind the shelf at the door and saw that Mr. Oko was standing outside the door, his back facing the door. She turned away quickly. It was, after all, her head that made Mr. Oko see them in the first place. She stood still and deathly silent but when her stomach rumbled, she grabbed a packet of biscuits that was sitting on the shelf and began to munch on it after opening it.

Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

I cannot stop when my fingers have danced on the black keyboard on the bed. My second novel’s character is named Eros Darwin — as the main character who has multiple personalities. I purposely gave Eros Darwin a psychopathic character in this novel; at least, he still lives in a world of fiction. “Eros,” I whispered as my fingers typed Eros’s name into the paragraphs on the flat screen. “Why is it so cold?” I touched the back of my neck because I felt something cold passing there and then spontaneously turned my face to the open balcony.

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

It has always been myself and I. Maybe that is one of the factors why I grew up like this. At such a young age, I was able to provide for my own needs. Not only that, I am able to save money for my future as well. But at what cost? I became an ‘outlaw’ in my very own school. I have broken the school regulation of a religious school. That thought still bothers me, but I chose to continue what I am doing anyway. I even invited lots of my schoolmates so my business’ growth will be unstoppable.

Heart-wrenching because, in this new set up every now and then I missed Deuta’s presence – he might have survived the Republic Day, had he hoisted the Tricolour here; excited because the new set up looked like one where I could live all my life without having to worry about the half-outsider tag. My eyes remained fixed on the TV tower for a while. Perhaps, that hilltop, that was where I would find out why else should I write the book for apart from money, fame and The Booker, why Ma and Nisim were quiet even after getting to know the names of Deuta’s murderers. Perhaps, that was where I would understand how much money and power made a man powerful in this strange city. Perhaps that was where

It was my first ever book since I downloaded this w******l app, and it has been my favorite ever since. It tells the story of Carter, the son of a poor farmer in the countryside. Because of how penniless they are, they have to sell Carter—who’s an 18 years old that year—to the capital to work as a guard. His change started when the horse cart that brought him and 12 other village kids got ransacked by a goblin. Every single one of them died except Carter who managed to escape into the forest.