Outcast Novel Novels & Stories

I couldn’t contain my laughter and then she started laughing with me as I walked into the bathroom. “We shouldn’t be laughing, we’re outcasts now.” I’d been about to turn the water in the shower on when she said that. “It doesn’t matter, Adara. There is no pack in Seward. Everyone became outcasts tonight when I stopped Alexander from killing Malachi. We’re essentially a pack of outcasts.” “How does that even work?” “I’m not sure but maybe we won’t be outcasts for long.” I had no idea how I would rectify the situation we had found ourselves in, but I knew that I wouldn’t just sit back and do nothing.

“I never hanged out to them, though.” “Why not?” “Why would I?” I bit my tongue, before I looked at him. “Is that not the reason why you often come here?” “Certainly not.” His reply was quick. “How about you?” “I don’t party, Conrad.” I removed my hands on the railings to turn around. “I probably haven’t tell you, but I used to be an outcast.” “Outcast?” He repeated. His eyes intently looking at me. “Were you discriminated?”

“You don’t know what it feels like to wake up to half the school calling you a thief. You don’t know what it’s like to build something from the ground up and then be told you can’t touch it anymore. To be stripped of everything you’ve worked hard for.” A lump formed in my throat as I listened to him. To be honest, I kind of pity him. I might not know what it is like to be called a thief but I know what it is like to be an outcast. I'm also an outcast for not graduating with my class. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “You’re right. I don’t know what that feels like. But I can help you fix this mess.” He gave a bitter laugh again. “You think this is something you can fix with money o

I smiled, violently wiping the tears I couldn't fight back as I told myself—the old Yvie Grant was dead and I would live only for myself. As I returned inside to my quiet corner in the orphanage, a big black sedan soon stopped outside the gates of the orphanages. Soon, the caretaker was leading an elderly gray-haired man inside, and the other children were at once abuzz, flocking toward him like a swarm of locusts to present their gifts. "Hello, Sir!' "Let me sing for you, Sir!" "Can you look at my drawings, Sir?" I alone sat at that quiet corner, looking like a complete outsider.

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.”

After that, whenever there was extreme weather, he never stood out there again. Just like that, two years passed quickly. When the movie was officially released, it became a global sensation and raked in massive box office profits. Melanie's name was frequently mentioned, and countless media outlets called her a genius and a gorgeous screenwriter. Many people, both acquaintances and strangers, tried every way they could to connect with her. After she and Jamie returned to their home country, many wanted to contact her and befriend her. Meanwhile, Ken, who had been 'shelved' for nearly two years, and Jennifer, who had just been released from prison, had lost all the arrogance they once flaunt

It has always been myself and I. Maybe that is one of the factors why I grew up like this. At such a young age, I was able to provide for my own needs. Not only that, I am able to save money for my future as well. But at what cost? I became an ‘outlaw’ in my very own school. I have broken the school regulation of a religious school. That thought still bothers me, but I chose to continue what I am doing anyway. I even invited lots of my schoolmates so my business’ growth will be unstoppable.

You are an exconvict. I don't blame anyone for seeing me differently. I am a different man because I have done things I would never mention to survive. I have framed people to get more food. I have hidden things in unmentionable places in my body. I have been served food that had moss growing on it. I have suffered for a crime I did not commit, so anyone could understand if I have anger in my heart.

Different occasions. The Outcasts celebrated a bonded mate's happiness. A supposedly rebel group who will sacrifice their lives for the future of the Omegas. And here are some of the lives they will be saving, cheering for their destruction. How unfortunate.

Daniel raised his hand up in the air dramatically and it caught the attention of everyone. “Because of this strange power in you, you will become an outcast. You will not be able to coexist anywhere. You do not belong anywhere, because you are a hybrid.” His gaze on me had darkened and it caused my whole body to tremble. My heart was racing and I was sweating profusely. I was going to be an outcast? I did not belong anywhere? Tears clouded my vision and I placed a hand over my mouth. Was I destined to suffer all my life?