Outcast Lexi Ray Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, in the room, seated on the bed, Lexa opened the window and looked down. Though she was on the first floor of the resort, it felt like she was on the tenth floor as it was high and the ground did not look so accommodating for her fall. She sighed and prayed her last prayer in her mind before falling on the ground. It did not hurt that much but she saw blood slipping from beneath her legs. It hurt so much as her labor date came closer and Ray was still nowhere to be found. Not minding the blood, she stressed herself to run out of the resort to a particular locker room guarded with lots of locks. Some times in her sleep, she did hear from him about his plan to behead Ray and keeps hi

“Where is she?” “Ken... zo” his voice was almost a whisper. So faint. Ray let go of his collar and he fell on his face. Two of his guards came running in. And ran to attack Ray. He ducked the first blow, thrown at him, and head butted the guard. Taking him unaware and flip him over his shoulders. The other guard pulled out his gun, Ray kicked it off his hands. Giving him a high length kick on his jaw. And he made his way out of Ethan’s apartment. Running towards his car.

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.

Everyone echoed Merry Christmas and took a sip of their drinks. "One more thing." Lexi let her gaze travel around the room. "The date for my one-woman show has been set for February fourteenth. Valentine's Day. In Savannah. I'd like to invite you all to be there if you can make it. It's a really big day for me." "It may sound corny," he said, "but I feel truly blessed. I have a wonderful family, a perfect wife, and a life I wouldn't trade for anything. That's the best Christmas present of all."

Rory nodded and turned to leave, but I stopped him. “And Rory?” “Yes, boss?” “Send Paolo to scare her while you do the rest of the digging” He smirked. “Understood.” --- The espresso burned as it slid down my throat, but I barely noticed. My mind was elsewhere, spinning over the details Rory had uncovered. Lexi—or Alexandra, as her real name turned out to be—was a mystery. And I hated mysteries. I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, staring out over the city. The sun was climbing higher, bathing Santiago in a golden glow, but the light did little to chase away the shadows in my mind.

"What a grand scene, Mr. Baxter." "Why, hello there, Mr. Lexington. What an honor to have you here." Bobby greeted him. Grace glanced over, and her eyes met Orson's. She was bending slightly to talk to Paul, and she was the only beautiful woman in the room. It would be easy for him to misunderstand. "Mr. Baxter, make sure to stay away from dangerous deals. Mr. Hyde hates that." Orson's eyes remained on Grace as he spoke. Bobby noticed, and he looked uncomfortable. "Do forgive me. This is Ms. Lewis from Amirate. Ms. Lewis, this is Mr. Lexington from the municipal bureau. He's newly appointed, and he transferred over here with Mr. Hyde."

Red-rimmed, filled with pain. “You...think you have won…” Riley pants, heavily, his hand clutching his arm. Scar circles him, feral. Riley’s arm bleeds out, hissing where Scar’s venom spreads. I stand there, panting heavily, watching. “You haven’t won, Scar…” Riley breaks into a bitter laugh, collapsing to the ground. “Even if I die… Erianna will still rise… more outcasts… more rejects… they will take down every werewolf in Silvaton Ridge…”

This was supposed to be on the Beta’s hands. But, with Liam fighting for all of us, forgive me for being selfish, everyone. This would be straining for Rigel. I’d apologize and prostrate before him later until he was satisfied, so let me be selfish for now. “Keep me informed,” I said firmly, and he nodded. The door suddenly opened and Lexy stepped out. “How is he?” I asked, feeling a sting on my already swollen eyes. She drew a sharp intake of air. “Werewolf poison and black magic,” she divulged, her voice cracking.

They were here, they had their men and women here, watching, coming, supervising. “They have eyes everywhere, Diablo. They are working in silence, and Lexi has made sure to make an oath before she left. She recorded it on the phone. Her last words before she stabbed me was for me to give it to you. She knew that I would come and look for you and she knew what was going to happen when I did.” I said, wrapping my hand around my arm as I tried to stop my tears from falling. Even talking hurt, and I could still remember the eyes of the frightened doctors who saw me when I woke up. I remembered how I wanted to run away before they could bring in the cops, it was a fear that I didn’t want to live

Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for the trials that lay before me. I would not succumb to fear. I would not allow myself to be silenced. I would retaliate, no matter the cost. As I stood there, my heart racing, I detected a subtle sound emanating from the corner of the cell. It was a gentle rustling, reminiscent of fabric brushing against stone. Turning my head, I saw Lexi stepping out from the shadows, her gaze locked onto mine with unwavering resolve. "We're escaping from here," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tonight. Will you join me?”