Outer Sans Novels & Stories

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“Okay.” My brother moved faster than I expected. Not long after, an unsigned letter appeared in Ethan’s office. There was no sender and no postmark. It looked as if it had appeared out of thin air. Ethan opened the envelope. The contents were short and simple. The moment he read them, his heart began to pound. Since returning, Olivia had never cut ties with her ex-husband. The two of them had already planned everything. Once they obtained the Ferguson Group’s core technology and funds, they intended to stage an “accident” and make Ethan disappear so they could take all the wealth for themselves.

Too close. Someone stumbled. The sound was small—a scuff of boot against concrete—but it rippled outward, destabilizing timing. Armand noticed immediately. “Stop.” The word cut through motion like a blade. The formation froze. Armand stepped forward, gaze sweeping the line until it landed on Elias. “You,” he said. “Step out.” Elias did. The space felt exposed without the shelter of uniform alignment. Armand circled him slowly, eyes assessing not posture but reaction. “You’ve been compensating,” Armand said.

I couldn't see anything except the silhouette of a man. Tall. Broad shoulders. A frame that filled the entire doorway. He stepped inside. The light caught his face. And I saw his eyes. Amber. Not brown. Not gold. Amber—the kind that burned in sunlight, the kind that belonged to something wild, something untamed, something that had never been caged. He looked down at me. “Hmm.”

Tonight was a mistake that I should have never allowed to happen and what I was about to do made me the worst person in the world. I packed all my stuff up really quick and walked over to the table to write Finny a note. "Finny, I'm sorry but something came up and I have to leave town. The room is paid for the rest of the week. I will pay for more if you need it. I didn't want to leave you like this, but this is urgent. Tonight was amazing and I will never forget it. You were perfect and don't ever let anyone tell you any different. -Colt"

The weight of Nolan’s words pressed against my chest as I drove back toward my cabin, I had snuck away when they were both 'checking the perimeter'. The roads were nearly empty, the town still waking up, but I barely noticed anything beyond the thoughts tumbling through my mind. Omega. Unclaimed. Different.

Why not want a man or woman with a simple life? The next night, exactly at 8 p.m., Alex was knocking on his door. Win looked at himself in the mirror one last time. He looked good. He was wearing dark, tight pants and a burgundy shirt open at the first two buttons, showing his chest covered in long collars. He had dark eye shadow that matched his outfit, eyeliner, and a little bit of highlight too. He wanted to look radiant for Alex. When he opened the door, Win almost gasped. Alex looked so handsome. He was wearing black pants and a blue polo that hugged his arms and chest perfectly. Damn, suddenly his decision felt easier to make.

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I said. He seemed alright—the more relaxed, easygoing brother. Friendly. I suspected we’d get along fine. I stayed quiet through the rest of dinner, waiting as desserts were finished and the bill paid. Outside, I flipped my hood up, letting shadows obscure my face. A comfort habit. Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the Williams estate. Big and sprawling, though not quite a mansion. The grounds were professionally manicured to sterility, with a turquoise pool glittering in back. The second-nicest place we’d stayed—ex-boyfriend number two had owned a proper mansion.

But as soon as I made the move, I could hear his steps retreating backwards hurriedly which was quite alarming. “Till we see again Dellarosa” He said and at the snap of the finger he was gone, and in that instant the lights came on. Then an unfamiliar scent hit my nostrils. It was a strong Cologne, a cocktail of cedarwood and Jasmine but nothing like Fabri's. I didn't need to stay a whole year with Fabri to know that he stuck to a particular scent. “Dellarosa” Fabri never called me by my surname, so definitely whoever I'd just spoken to wasn't Fabri. If that wasn't Fabri, who was it and where the hell was Fabri?