Outsiders Book Chapter 5 Novels & Stories

Erika's POV I'm seriously reading this book left by Nicho. Since staying here making me bored and they're still working on my bills to finally discharge. Hospitals made me sick, that is why I have to make the time run faster and occupy myself. This book is quite interesting to read because of the twist from chapter one to chapter five. Yes, I am already reading the chapter five because of boredom and he is not coming back yet after leaving me fifteen minutes ago. Perhaps, he don't intentionally left this book in this room. I know he wouldn't do that because this book seemed to be his life, he always had this, carry this around like his child, read at every place that is comfortable for him.

But before I could close my eyes I saw a light coming through the door where three men hurriedly running toward us. “ ren! Are you okay?’ “ dude!” “ miss are you okay?” -=-=-=-=-=- end of chapter 12 -=-=-=-

My mother somewhere behind me. Ella somewhere in the building who had found the last piece at eleven at night and called at seven in the morning. The city outside doing what it always did. "We won," I said. He looked at me. "We were always going to," he said. --- **END OF CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY** **END OF PART THREE. THE STORM.** --- Promise, one hundred and fifty chapters complete. 🔥 The Warning. The Waiter. The Storm. All three parts done.

The city outside in its honest light. The branch structure is visible through the window. The practice continues. End of Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Six

Tala said as she knelt next to Ed. “He’s a scumbag!” I said to her and looked at my hands, covered in his blood. “He was returning a book,” she said angrily and I shook Gunnar off me. Mr. Jones stood in the doorway of the cafeteria. He shook his head sadly and turned to leave as I looked at him. I grabbed my backpack and walked out of the cafeteria as students watched me and whispered. The girl appeared beside me and she started to laugh. “Now, wasn’t that fun?”

The moment she touched it, a wave of warmth coursed through her, and the book’s pages flipped rapidly. “We’ve got it,” she said, turning to the others. But there was no time to celebrate. The walls began to shake, and the floor cracked beneath them. “Run!” Logan shouted, and they sprinted out of the collapsing temple just in time. --- The Fifth Anchor The journey to the fifth anchor was even more harrowing. The landscape changed drastically, turning into a barren desert where the air shimmered with heat. The group trudged forward, their exhaustion growing with every step.

The mountain path was treacherous, every step a test from the sky. I didn't stop, though. Hatred, fear, and worry pushed me forward. At last, I saw lights glowing at the pitch-black mountaintop. Instead of calling it a welfare home, the place looked more like a prison than an orphanage. There were high walls, electric fencing, and guard dogs pacing at the gate. I didn't enter through the front like an impulsive person would. Enduring the pounding rain, covered in mud, I climbed the tree by the back entrance and hauled myself over the ten-foot wall.