Outcast In Society Mga Nobela at Kwento

The sudden impact jolts me out of my thoughts, and I instinctively turn around, searching for the culprit behind this unexpected assault. My eyes meet Samantha's smirking face, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. With a mocking tone that cuts through the air like a knife, she exclaims, “Oh, just look at the pathetic sight of the outcast. She seems on the verge of tears.” Her words hang in the air, dripping with venom, as her laughter echoes around us, joined by the chorus of her followers.

Disrespect. Even though I worked for the King, I wasn’t treated much better. The bounty I got for this mission? I needed it. For me. For my brethren. We weren’t getting paid nearly enough. We helped others who didn’t even thank us. Bathed in rivers because we weren’t allowed in the cities. Slept in trees. Called rabid, unclean. All because of some general’s paranoia. We were outcasts. I used to think that was just how things were. But it wasn’t right. None of it.

All we want is something pure, something clean and untouched by our sinful hands, but that is as rare as chickens teething. Here in Castleburry, like in most places, you get the rich and the popular, the odd group in the middle, and lastly the poor and inable. That is the category society puts one in without signing up for it nor willingly agreeing to the fate of being labelled for the rest of your life or your stay here in Castleburry.

Which only made me worried about the rest of my family. Unlike most rogues, we had actually formed a rogue pack. Over the years, we had run into other like-minded individuals. Outcasts that had been deemed a rogue from circumstances beyond their control. For example, Charlie was in a way, our pack doctor. He found us shortly after he had been cast out of the Midnight Shadow pack.

So familiar that I began to wonder where I had encountered it before. “I am asking you to speak the truth!” Martin barked. “We are only peasants,” the man stammered. “We live in the dark forest, planting wheat and barley for sale on market days,” he said, as if reading my thoughts. “No one should ever live in a place like that,” I said, suppressing the strange affection rising within me to sound firm. “That place belongs to rogues and outcasts.” “But your grace,” the woman stuttered, falling to her knees and pressing her head against my leg. “We are truly outcasts. We have been wanderers all our lives.”

The money, effort, sheer secrecy they had built like sandcastles to protect their motives was hit by wave after wave of political mishaps, economic turmoil and lastly, a whole race asking questions, rebelling. When they drifted to damage control, they released the beasts from captivity, back to their families. This triggered a series of events that led to the problem today. These kids who were straitjacketed were suddenly thrown into the wilderness. They killed like barbarians and were blamed the same way. Them and anyone who took their side were labelled as 'rogues'. Uncouthly, undeserving and inhuman. Socially ostracized, they were always on the run.

“I miss the comforts of home.” “This could easily become your home,” Oliver said as he spread his arms wide. “I can’t imagine you missing much. Seems to me it offers the best of everything.” “Except society,” Nate said. “The workers here are callous and rough and… well… we’ve been to town. I long to mingle with gentile society again.” “Are you becoming a dandy?” Oliver teased.

That female said he's a good person, but good people Don't have that mark, only horrible people do. Any dreams that I ever had of having a mate has been shattered. He's an outcast, forced to live the rest of his days alone and away from his own kind. His banishment will become mine. People will think that I'm just as bad as him. I don't want to be an outcast. I have family, friends, I have a life. I don't want to be forced to live as a rogue. I've been a part of a pack all my life. Pack life is all I know. Even with knowing all these things, a part of me still wants him.

Luke gasped. "OUTCAST." A huge lump formed in my throat at that word and I swallowed it forcefully. As if being a rogue was devastating and derogatory enough. I'm also gonna become an outcast? So much for being the almighty Vince Walker, huh? My ego and pride are in hell right now, burning to ashes. I've been brought to nothing. And God, it fucking hurts. "How is that possible? He's Vince Walker. Why would he be banished?" Luke was determined to argue my case.