Outsider Book Characters Novels & Stories

My breath hinged, I suddenly felt like an asthmatic patient. Fuck! What's all this, how are my character's alive. First it was Anna Steve, and now it's a handsome villain who wants to make me suffer. Now I can't help but think if there's anymore character in my book who would want to see me suffer. To be honest I made a lot of characters suffer.

Chiara pushed through the boys to ask. "God you're all insufferable! I didn't do anything with Aidan Gabriels! We just bumped into each other in the gardens after I was kicked out of Maths. That ways it." I say and pull away to take my seat in Chem. Our group was scattered throughout the class because Mrs Yatt couldn't stand us all chatting. Our little group consists of (in order of appearance): me, Danika - the bookworm, soccer captain, and Ben appointed football team manager. I’m a rogue.

Mary pointed out. "My character is–not me. But since you're here, I think I should clear my name now completely. But lets start with the introduction first. As I have said, my character is Isaac Henry, the protagonist of the book 'The Most Wanted Person' and yes–I was indeed came from the same world as yours and used to have the name 'Napoleon'." He started. Mary stared at him in wide eyes. "Napoleon? As in the author of the book?" She asked in complete itshock.

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Adea said to herself, “and much bigger.” “It’s a prominent part of their cultures,” the short elderly woman standing inside the kiosk responded. “I have read all of these many times. Fascinating tales! If you’re looking to learn more about Outsider culture, might I recommend novels such as this one?” She reached over the stacks with a scraggy hand and picked up a plain-covered book, handing it to Adea.

Chapters turned into a story. And before I could catch my breath, it was no longer a coping mechanism. It was a novel. In my story, the characters aren’t named Stacey and Noah, but anyone who truly looked could recognize us in the margins. The male lead is a basketball player with a fire in his eyes and the weight of his dreams pressing hard on his back. The female lead is older, cautious, guarding her heart like it’s glass but unable to resist the pull of something dangerous, something real.

I made an organized portfolio of everything I was going to go over in class. By the time I finished, I only had a few hours left until dusk, so I started to write the next chapter in my book. I started on a new character; a female book worm who had large ambitions and an even larger heart. She made friends easily and was never judged too harshly. She was the perfect character for my male lead, a heroic gentleman who would do anything for those he loved. With her intelligence and his strengths, they can conquer anything. As I reread the dialogue I created between the characters, I realized there were a lot of similarities between these characters and Tessa and myself.

Not ger but our mafia macho king is not interested in none rather than Cali. She is trying her best to catch his attention but always failed because he is not someone to be messed with. Hey everyone! So guys this is the end of my first-ever book and I know I have made a lot of mistakes, so in future I will try to avoid such mistakes. So I saw your love towards his mania. These are some important characters you guys should know. Do comment, so I can know what you guys are thinking about these beautiful people of his mania. With love, Zelda Blair.

She calls them that because they remind her of the asshole preppy kids in The Outsider. It is one of her favorite books and the movie adaption was one of her favorite movies as well. She often quoted the book, like when she told her friends to 'stay gold'. She had always kind of felt like Dally or Johnny from the book, feeling unloved and cast aside. Never more so since she came to this school. She really was an outsider here. She was just a poor greaser trying to fit in with the school full of socs. But the most popular soc was Asher Steele.

“Oh, mama’s angry now? This is my house, and I say whatever I want!” Something snapped inside me. I stepped closer to her, my voice calm but cold. “Do you know who the most dangerous character in a story is?” I asked. She frowned. “What?” “It isn’t the hero,” I said. “It isn’t the loud villain. It’s the side character. The one who watches. The one who remembers everything. The one nobody expects to speak. With a few words, that person can break the whole story.” Her face paled for a second. I saw it…the flicker of fear she tried to hide. It brought a small smile to my face.