Outcast Au Novels & Stories

She was the outcast, the one too weak to even sense her wolf, the one the rest of the pack looked down on. She wasn’t supposed to have this. This strength. This fire. This power made my wolf growl in satisfaction when she turned her glare on Ava and said, “Shut up, Ava. Your voice is as grating as your desperate little attempts to get Ronan’s attention.” Ava sputtered, her face burning red. Kai snickered. Jaxon let out a low whistle. And me? I sat there, watching her, feeling something dark and unfamiliar coil low in my stomach.

He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other

“Play hardball, Starling.” “Gladly,” she said with a sharp nod before leaving the conference room. Rodrigo crossed his arms over his chest, studying the remaining data. “Ignoring the possibility of an unregistered Awakaned, we’ve managed to follow the money trail through dozens of offshore accounts and shell companies to a meat packing company based out of Newton, Kansas, that hasn’t had a working plant in at least a decade. It’s been on the FBI’s radar recently as a possible trafficking location, and they’ve had surveillance running on it for the past month. Drone and satellite imagery shows activity occurring at night that has nothing to do with cattle.”

The Life that her situation forced her into, she has seen how menacing her mother could be and she didn't want to be the object of her mother's anger. If people at the hospital come to know about the life she lived outside the hospital, she might be sacked but what could she do at the moment?Not like she does this often but when she was really in a tight spot. Looking left and right, Aurora walked briskly into the club, loud music was blowing from unseen stereos and everyone looked intoxicated. " Who do we have here?" Big, a worker at the club asked as soon as he saw her. " Where is bigfoot?" She asked, ignoring his talks.

My wife, Ally Martin, is a CEO who's convinced that every man who married her only wanted her money. Any expense of mine over a hundred dollars has to go through her for approval first. I loved her enough to become the man standing quietly behind her empire. But the day I got into a car accident, she turned down my three-thousand-dollar surgery request. "Do you have any idea how many people live on three thousand dollars a month? I don't make money so you can leech off me!" The surgery came too late. My hand was left permanently disabled. I'd only just come off the operating table when her childhood friend, freshly back from abroad, posted on Instagram. The photo showed off a watch wort

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

Luca peeked out just enough to see one scout drop, tumbling down the slope with a shout. Two more remained.nOne was circling right, toward Ghost. The other angled left, toward him. Luca swore and launched forward. He sprinted across jagged ground, sliding behind the twisted remains of a mining cart. The cartel scout spotted him too late. Luca braced himself, grabbed a chunk of scrap metal, and threw it with all the force left in his weary arms. It slammed into the man’s forearm, knocking his aim off. Luca tackled him, the two of them hitting the dirt hard.

THE SUMMER FESTIVAL Callie The town looked deceptively harmless dressed up for the summer festival. String lights arched over Main Street, glowing soft gold as dusk bled into night. Booths lined the sidewalks—handmade jewelry, fried dough, lemonade stands run by teenagers who didn’t know or care that reputations were being shredded three blocks away. Laughter drifted through the air, mingling with music and the hum of too many conversations happening at once. Normal. That was the lie.

Tonight was a mistake that I should have never allowed to happen and what I was about to do made me the worst person in the world. I packed all my stuff up really quick and walked over to the table to write Finny a note. "Finny, I'm sorry but something came up and I have to leave town. The room is paid for the rest of the week. I will pay for more if you need it. I didn't want to leave you like this, but this is urgent. Tonight was amazing and I will never forget it. You were perfect and don't ever let anyone tell you any different. -Colt"

"Why are you looking at me? You're the creator of all the characters. When it comes to this, your choice is unquestionable!" Melanie nervously gripped her clothes. "But what if the one we choose doesn't perform well?" Jamie waved it off. "If it doesn't work, we'll replace them. What's there to be afraid of? I'm one of the investors. If anyone's unhappy and wants to withdraw their investment, I can cover it. These are non-issues!" He always exuded confidence as if nothing ever caused him doubt or fear. Melanie looked at him, and her heartbeat began to slow down.