Novel The Outsider Novels & Stories

Aurora's POV I flipped another page of my novel, I was utterly engrossed in the story. The novel was about a single mother, abandoned by her husband and left to fend for her two kids. It had lots of twists that I didn't expect which kept me on the edge of my seat. The warm afternoon sun kissed my skin as I sat on the patio near the outdoor pool, the gentle sound of water lapping against the edges of the pool creating a soothing background noise.

Gigi Pov Cindy and I went to the place I first appeared inside the novel world. Although it seems impossible to find a person who can help me to go back into the real world, I still decide to visit that place. When we get there, I stand in the right place and position where I exactly stood up when I first appeared in this world and then I close my eyes. Hoping that when I woke up I am already back inside my sister's room and realized that what happened to me was just a nightmare. But to my dismay, I am still inside the novel and standing in the middle of the road when I open my eyes. And all eyes of the people who are passing in that place are looking at me. Different reactions are shown on

One minute, he was my tormentor, the next, my shadow. When we reached the outskirts of the forest, my stomach dropped. Bad luck must have been written all over me tonight because standing there, leaning against a rusted lamppost, was the last person I wanted to see—Jonan and his gang of pricks. “Well, well, look who finally decided to crawl out of the woods.” Jonan grinned, his dark eyes locking onto mine with the same sick amusement I’d grown used to. “What were you doing out there, wolfless? Trying to summon your non-existent wolf?”

If I couldn’t erase the past, maybe I could build a new pattern, one brick, one steady gesture at a time. The town, of course, had also started talking. I could feel the whispers even without hearing them directly. The way eyes lingered when I passed by. The way heads tilted toward each other when I walked into the grocery store. Outsiders always drew attention here, but I wasn’t just any outsider. I was her outsider, the man who had shown up at her door, the man tied to a bar fight, the man connected to the subtle swell of her stomach she was no longer able to hide.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

These men were extremely formal and wouldn’t speak to me at all, sometimes I wondered if Nikolai had commanded them not to engage in conversation with me. I sat outside the balcony, propped up on the windows edge reading a novel about a girl who’d fallen in love with a prince and had her heart broken by him, I was on the chapter where she meets his older brother for the first time, and I couldn’t help but groan at the cliche and corniness of the book. It was entirely predictable, but reading was the only thing that kept me same in my time of isolation. I was so distracted with my nose in the book, that I hadn’t noticed Nikolai approaching behind me.

I would find her and God have mercy on the soul that took her- there would be no mercy and no where to run to! TBC Go read my book on NovelNow, it's going to be transferred soon to Goodnovel though. Here's a sneak peak to OATH BOUNDED TO A MOBSTER Chapter 1 Henley I folded my hands as I leaned on the coffee machine, the mop handle nudged my stomach but I didn't budge. I had long finished mopping and cleaning the top floor. I watched the other table that was filled with blondes girls, ordering and eating like life was just a piece of cake.

It was the sound of Rain. ​Real, cold, rhythmic rain hitting a tin roof. ​Nora opened her eyes. She wasn't wearing velvet. She was wearing a worn-out, oversized sweatshirt. She wasn't in a Hamptons estate. She was in a small, cramped apartment filled with the smell of cheap coffee and old books. ​She sat at a wooden desk. On the desk was a laptop, its screen glowing in the dim light. ​[300,452 WORDS. STATUS: COMPLETE.]

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."

He was a good teacher, but I couldn't bring myself to concentrate. Every time he leaned closer to point something out, I caught his scent, leaving me intoxicated. And every time his fingers brushed mine as he turned the pages, my skin tingled. It was wrong, so wrong, but I couldn't deny the pull I felt towards him. “The governess represents the outsider,” he said, his voice low. “Someone who doesn't believe in either world, not servant, not family.” “Like me,” I whispered without thinking. He looked up sharply. “Pardon?”