Outcast By Lexi Ray Novels & Stories

I asked laughing. Lexi might claim to be straight, but she doesn’t watch straight movies, or read any straight book on W*****d or GoodNovel. She knows where to get all of the gay stuffs. How the fuck is she not bi? “Uhm, I guess I will be going now, just came by to see if you’re dying pretty” Lex said pushing me off her. “For real Bitch-“ “Yeah, cause I’m gonna go uhmmm pick some few stuffs in the mall with piper.”

I smiled as I made a call, "Hello, officer? As far as I know, Madeline Lewis owed a huge gambling debt abroad, and she returned just to raise money. I suspect she might have trafficked Fable Lewis." An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—I just had to get back at those who wronged me. Otherwise, what was the point of life?

Beta Garrick proudly asked. “Garrick, you took my link, you turned me into an outcast, and now you are turning this house into yours. How dare you disrespect my great grandfathers?” She was fuming. “Ciandra. Fuck off. You broke all the rules known. Stop being too judgy and get the hell out of here, you are not welcome here.” “You can’t throw me out of here. This place is for everyone.” She said, not believing what she was hearing.

"I don't know. A friend told me he got fired." "Well, that's how it should be!" Ariana chuckled. "Served him right! An asshole like that doesn't deserve a happy ending." While Sienna went to the restroom, Ariana quickly messaged Boa. Boa replied instantly. She said, "Harrison lost his job because of Rowan." Ariana replied, "Good job." Still texting Ariana, Boa shot Rowan a message. "Nice work, Rowan!" Rowan replied the next second, "Of course, I take special care of anything related to you. I'm not trying to take credit, but could you drop the 'Rowan' thing?"

Scar’s breath was uneven; he looked like he had just seen a ghost, and he was unusually quiet. “Speak up!” I yelled. “Something gruesome happened.” Jackson’s voice was eerily calm. “What happened?” Scar’s gaze was darting between me and Jackson before he finally said it. “Lexi escaped.”

he asked. I smirked. An idea came into my mind. “Work with me.” He was confused for a moment. Then let out a small laugh, “You’re kiddin’, right?” “I’m not.” I stood up and locked the door of the club office. I told him the concept of Ringo Dingo and explained how does it work. For a minute or so, he was utterly shocked. “But that’s illegal!” “I know.” “And we are a Catholic school!” “I know.”