Novel & Cerita Outcast Books

will begin serializing in a couple weeks, shortly after the new year. If you're looking for something to read in the meantime, please consider checking out my new stand-alone book, "The Lycan King's Outcast Omega." The first 7 cha[ters are out and I'll begin serializing regularly in the next couple of days. Once again, I'd like to thank you all for the amazing support you've shown my books. You all inspire me everyday. Your comments make me laugh, make me smile, and make me want to do better! You're my heroes!

The room was a complete disaster! Clothes were strewn across the floor, forming an obstacle course she had to navigate. Stacks of papers and books teetered precariously on the desk, threatening to collapse at any moment. Dirty dishes, remnants of past meals, were scattered on random surfaces. It was as if chaos itself had taken up residence in this room. Avery couldn't fathom how anyone could live in such filth.

" Exactly my point. When Chief Chris denied them the opportunity in the first place, they resorted to speaking their minds to the media. I guess I already said this before. Well, I don't know. It was part of chief Christopher Balor's reasons for going back to give them a listening ear. This is more reason to suspect chief Joe. It appears he had an idea that those people were going to do something worse. That adide, they turned to the media again. But this time, it was really bad. And that man that asked the last question in that video stirred up the whole country. " " What do you mean by he stirred up the whole country?" Captain Clinton asked , confused. " His own session caused trouble. As

she pleaded, her prayers etched with urgency and faith. Having emerged victorious in their confrontation, Jake succeeded in incapacitating Blake, ruthlessly twisting his right arm until it dislocated. Blake, now at Jake's mercy, was forcibly taken to the same cabin where Lily and Anne had once been imprisoned. The tables had turned, and Blake found himself shackled, his freedom stripped away. Jake's face contorted into a triumphant grin as he relinquished his captive to the menacing figures of Glenn and Liza, leaving Blake at their mercy. However, Blake's spirit remained unbroken, a resolute determination burning in his eyes. He vowed to find Lily, swearing to himself that he would never all

Long black nails and fangs appeared again. "I won't hesitate to crush you to dust. It will be easier for me to kill you since you're an outcast!" "Fuck you!" Adrian struggled to free himself from the man's grip. The mysterious man then threw Adrian's body to the ground. "You should be grateful for this. You should have died! Unfortunately, you became an outcast because you disrupted my ritual last night," the man grabbed Adrian's body and slammed him against the wall, "outcasts are the lowest tier of vampires. Blood and night are your life. Your body will crumble if you don't follow your desire to consume blood."

"Alpha, your father sent us to bring you home." Only then did I realize Damian was the Alpha of the Maple Pack, a half-blood Alpha who moved unseen between human towns and the packs. Soon, Damian left. Winter Solstice came. All the staff from the inn applied for leave to return home. In the end, I was left alone as the hustle and bustle died down. I would face this holiday in solitude, just like the many holidays I had spent before Julian took me in. I was used to it, though. I made some simple pasta and sat by the window.

For once, I was glad that everything happened when and how it happened because it was what led to my being here, I Darren's community of rogues. Laughter broke free from my mouth when my new reality smacked me square in the face. I was now living with the outlanders I was so afraid of coming in contact with. I was now one of them. I was an outlander, an outcast but I didn't feel weird because even while I was in Jace's Pack, I was still an outcast. Maybe being an outcast wasn't as bad as I thought because here in Darren's small community of rogues, we were all outcasts, no one was better than the other and we were happy.

She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives an email… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison. Will Harley help them out and prove she IS a member of the family after all or is the outlaw biker lifestyle just not for her? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING for this book; It will contain triggering subjects such as sexual assault/rape and violence. This book WON'T be ''glorifying'' rape, however it is a big subject in the character background. If any of those issues are t

Consisting of a quick but loving kiss and a hug. I heard them all start their bikes and I watched on the camera as they all pulled away and left. I just smiled as I finished my drink and started wondering... What the heck was I going to do today!? _________________________________________________________ (for some reason my previous note has been deleted) So, As you can see from the new title, this book is now called ''book one'' in ''The Outlaw Chronicles''. I have planned out a further two books. I can't release the titles yet as it might give away some idea of what is going to happen in the books before it (such as book two can give away what happens in book one and book three can tell yo

"Fine by me. Neve needed a bigger play area anyway. I've already had someone knock down the walls and convert your room." It wasn't up for discussion. Instead, he was simply informing me. If this had happened back then, I would have been heartbroken. But now, I only replied, "Whatever." After I cut off contact completely, my family never looked for me again. It was as though I was nothing more than a cheap old coat they'd thrown away. I started working like crazy at a fast-food joint in the neighborhood, just to numb myself. In my spare time, I signed up for a blog under a fake name and wrote random musings no one would ever read.