Outcast By Lexi Ray Novels & Stories

None of this made sense. My dad, Leon Stark, let out a couple of chuckles. "Alright, alright. Look at all the gifts Jeremiah brought. Let's see what he got us." My mom, Bertha Sloan, agreed awkwardly. Even though I was irritated, I figured that looking after Eliza during her pregnancy might have worn out Calum's patience, so I forced a smile. "That's right. Calum, I got you a lot of things. There's your favorite—" Before I could finish, Calum shot to his feet, snatched the bags right out of my hands, and hurled everything outside in one go. He even spat on the ground in disgust.

The accompanying note merely read, "I'm sorry about everything I did. This should have been yours all along." I looked at the crest pin glinting under the dim light, and suddenly, I recalled the mockery in Fabio's eyes when my classmates called me a liar. 20 years later, I had finally, in name at least, been granted the same status as Fido. I snapped the box without a second thought and tossed it into the storage chest at the very back of the basement. Luca sent an email written in a stiff, measured tone. In it, he actually admitted to his cruelty and formally invited me to sit in the front row as a family member at this world tour competition the following month.

It stung like any normal cut. I wrapped it quickly, a bitter laugh escaping me. I might not be one of them, after all. The doubts that had been whispering in my mind since yesterday quieted. I was just Lexi Dawson. Human. Weak. Nothing more. * By afternoon, the restlessness became unbearable. I volunteered to check the outer perimeter traps, claiming fresh air would help. Pa reluctantly agreed as long as I stayed close.

He was mine to have and to hold until I got bored of him. “Those lights look crooked, everything has to be perfect people. It's my first mating ceremony as a Luna, everything has to be perfect. Are those drapes here yet?" I asked as I approached one of the omegas. “They are being straightened out in the fields. You said you didn't want any creases, also, the menu. We haven't gotten the final draft from you ma'am," the omega said to me and I nodded my head.

“It’s how it works if you want the truth instead of a body count.” Ghost felt the words like a punch. Before he could respond, Troy pushed the door open, holding a tray of supplies. “Hydration break or Luca’s gonna pass out on your crime scene art.” Ghost gave Luca a long stare. “Go with him.” “I’m fine,” Luca insisted. “No,” Ghost said, voice like gravel. “You’re not.” Luca hesitated, chest rising, falling. Then he nodded and followed Troy out. The second the door closed, Ghost gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles whitened.

Sky came to calm him down but Moon glanced once at Lexi’s tear strained face and stormed out of the office, leaving everyone shocked. ---- Tabby

(Ros's Pov) " so, this is your hideout? Isn't it?" Lexi says as she walks towards the racks organized on the lefthand side of the bookcase. "I don't know about hideout but it is more like an escape route for me, an imaginary world. Reading relaxes my mind. Everyone likes escaping from reality, this place helps you know. This is the home to a lot of dreamers," she looks at me like it is the most relatable thing I ever said.

he offered with a smile. Millie's mouth hung open, momentarily speechless. What was going on? This wasn't Winston! How did this young man know she needed the Aspher and insist she come in person? Who was he? She took a seat across from him, scrutinized him, and questioned, "Who are you?" "Hello, I'm Paxton Roberts. I'm an herbal researcher. When I saw you needed the Aspher, I decided to give it to you." "How did you know I needed it?" Millie tilted her head.

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

Jake clenched his teeth in excruciating agony, his voice trembling with determination as he cried out, "You will pay dearly for this, Blake! I swear it upon my soul. You've torn Lily away from us, but I will bring her back where she truly belongs." Blake, his grip tightening on Jake's arm, retorted with a mix of frustration and confusion, "Do you honestly believe we took her against her will? It's as if you think we kidnapped her! I fail to understand your sudden interest in her. From what I've recently discovered, Lily has been living as an outcast for years because you deemed her unfit to be part of your growing pack. Now it just doesn't make sense—why would you suddenly want to take her b