Outsider Sequel Novels & Stories

***** T.V: It is of a fact and proven that the golden Hollywood Actress, Amanda Udoh, had no hand in the death of Sarah Bright. Tony Wright, A nephew to Mr. Andrew Wright the CEO of Wright Pub—" “Stupid news.” Amanda said angrily, switching off the T.V with the remote control and throwing it to her brother, Drake, who was lying on a long couch in her living room, operating his phone.

David pondered aloud, pursuing the vehicle amidst the chaotic hustle and bustle of the road. *** Avery sat alone at the dining table, absentmindedly sipping her usual glass of orange juice. Her gaze drifted toward the commotion happening in the house, where a group of men were diligently working on the renovation. While their efforts unfolded before her, her thoughts were consumed by David. Why did he run off like that? She had patiently waited for him at the mall, hoping he would return, but he never did. Forced to hire a taxi to transport all she bought, as well as his own neglected trolley, Avery's disappointment lingered.

“I’m not promising the last part.” “I know.” We head for the door. My pulse is steady now. Not calm. Sharpened. That’s better. As we step outside, Lucas is already holding the back door open. I slide in. Sebastian gets in beside me. The city moves fast outside the windows. No one speaks for the first block. Then Sebastian says, without looking at me, “When this is over, we’re going back to one question.” “What question?” He turns his head then. “The one about who the child really was.” I hold his gaze.

Maxine muttered as she stopped in front of the bed. Flora slowly slid on the side as she waited for the perfect timing to get out of bed. Flora just stared at her Sister's legs, Waiting for her to look under the bed. Maxine walks at the side of the bed where Flora will use to escape. Her eyes widened when her sister stopped at the side. She silently crawled on the end of the bed. When she saw that her sister knees are bending. She quickly slides out of the bed as she uses all her strength to run outside her room and hastily close the door.

Tasya’s nostrils moved, and before I could even blink, she quickly entered the house to perhaps check whatever the smell is coming from. Looking around, I could say I am not really in the actual city. It is a suburban, and this house is even located in a much more isolated area. The ambience does not feel uncomfortable, but I don’t think this is better than in Rio’s place. Speaking of which, I wasn’t even able to see his condition before they left. I’m not concerned. It’s nothing but curiosity. Anyway, is it not feasible to escape here? I have no intention in staying any longer. Since there is no guarantee that Devon would be glad of my existence, I better be gone before he arrives.

He was about to hurl more insults when Francesca suddenly shrieked, "Oh no! My precious Pico seems to be coughing!" Papa's and Mamma's expressions instantly changed, panic flaring. "Quick! Call the doctor immediately!" They hurriedly brushed past me. The heavy wooden door slammed shut in my face with a bang. I stood quietly in place for two seconds, then turned around and went back to my cold and gloomy room. I stuffed the few clothes I had into my bag. It was well below freezing outside. Bracing against the biting wind, I dragged my peeling suitcase and walked resolutely into the depths of winter without looking back.

He had no right to make me feel anything. I returned home to find Mira asleep on the couch with her teddy bear. I carried her to bed gently and sat beside her, brushing her forehead. “I am staying,” I whispered. “I will not run. Not this time.” Because staying meant watching them crumble. Staying meant seeing the truth unfold. Staying meant getting justice for the girl who died and came back as someone else. The one who was living her second life. Revenge was not a quick thing. It needed patience. And having Aiden near made everything easier. He would not break me again.

I used the money that I had saved up in secret to rent a small house in the suburbs, where I could recover while looking after Cecily. The days were tough, but I felt much happier than before. Unfortunately, the peaceful days did not last very long. One day, I received a call from Angela, her anxious voice blaring through the phone. "Laura! Your mother and Jorge discovered your address! They're coming for you!" How did they find out? Could they have been following me ever since I left the hospital?

He bid me goodbye. "Goodbye," I whispered. I moved towards the exit, ready to start a new life. I walked fast and carefully opened the door. I looked around to see if everywhere was clear. When I saw that nobody was there, I walked out and carefully closed the door. It was evening already and that meant that everyone was at the hall eating dinner. I decided to take the back door. When I got outside, no one was in sight. I walked fast through the garden and headed to the forest.

"I'm relieved that you're well now, Cedric. Really. And thank you again for saving me back there." With a swift wave to the driver waiting outside patiently, Juniper hastened out of the parking space, fleeing before she succumbed to any stupid actions that she might live to regret. After a short walk, Juniper found herself at the entrance of her modest, self-contained apartment that was about the size of a shoe box. All she'd done on her way back was think of Cedric, unable to resist the lure of their history. But now that she was back, she censured herself to focus on the more pressing concern at hand which was finding her sister's whereabouts.