Outsiders Chapter 2 Audio Novels & Stories

she answered, palming her mouth as it opened for a yawn. “Oh, then why didn’t you invite him in? He could have enjoyed watermelon with us. It’s too hot outside.” “Yeah, but he had something urgent so…” “Okay!” “And I’ll ask about Adam? Isn’t he coming for the watermelons?” Irene said. She put away the bag and walked with Hazel to the windows of the living room. She opened the windows and the sound of bells flew around when the air swam through them. It was melodious. The weather outside was hot yet awesome because of the soft wind.

"I’ve got the bolt-cutters." The chapter closed with the sound of the pack talking once more—a rhythmic, vibrant noise that was anything but orderly, and exactly what the world needed to be.

I bit my bottom lip hard to stop myself from crying out loud. I waited. My heart beat so fast it hurt my chest. One minute passed. Five minutes passed. The heavy silence was the scariest part. I just sat in the dark hole and waited for the bad men to come. Then, I heard it. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. I heard heavy boots walking on the frozen dirt outside the cabin. It was not just one man. It was many men. They were surrounding the small wood house. CRASH!

My chest heaved with the effort of my screams, each one tearing at my throat, each one a desperate plea for freedom that would never be answered. Then, just as the last echoes of my outburst faded into the thick, heavy air, I heard it. A deep, resonant growl from upstairs, a sound that wasn’t quite human, yet undeniably alive. It vibrated through the floorboards, through my very bones, shaking the foundations of the big mansion.

He felt his blood turn cold. He didn't rush forward. He hid in a corner and waited until they had gone inside a room upstairs, then quietly took the stairs to that floor. Faint laughter and suggestive whispers could be heard from within, shattering his last hope. Two hours later, the pair went downstairs. With arms wrapped around each other, they seemed reluctant to part at the entrance. Tommy stepped forward with his phone raised. "Olivia! Julius! You shameless adulterers!" Their faces drained of color. Olivia instinctively shielded Julius behind her. "Tommy, I can explain—"

Sister Agnes had retired hours ago, her light already out. It was my turn to watch over the orphanage. I stepped outside with my book tucked under my arm, the cool night air brushing my skin through the thin fabric of my habit. The garden lanterns cast pale halos on the gravel path, and I settled onto the stone bench beneath the old fig tree, letting myself breathe. That was when I heard it. A sharp scrape. A grunt—painful, restrained. My head snapped up. The fence at the far end of the compound trembled, then stilled. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. I told myself it was a cat. Or the wind. Or my imagination playing tricks on me in the dark.

, Words: 267k+, Favs: 152, Follows: 157, Published: Sep 17, 2018 Updated: Sep 7 653Chapter 24 Part 1 Chapter 24 RPOV Songs: Doomed by Moses Sumney, Rescue Me by Unions, Die 4 You by Perfume Genius I wasn't sure how long I had been out here, but my shivers had almost turned violent as I sat perched near the riverbank. Most of the water had frozen over. There were only a few shallow cracks where the stream still sloshed over the ice and I stared blankly at those small openings.

The heavy footsteps were the only things that I could hear beside me and it wasn't just those normal ones ,all that I could hear beside me at this Moment were heavy footsteps and for a while I wondered where I was . I could literally remember passing out on that monster not after he locked me outside the gate and in the cold weather just because he didn't want me.I was really pissed at him right now and when I got to hold him I was definitely going to hit him back . "just open the damn eyes "I heard someone say .

Sandy followed suit saying, “I think we’ll both enjoy this, just a couple of things…” “And those are?” I said drying myself vigorously. “I want you to take those sexually enhancing pills before we go in to listen…” “And…?” “No jacking off or cumming while we’re listening…I’d like to try for a worlds record when you finally…get relief.” “Fair enough…but what are you really up to?” “I guess you’ll find out soon enough.” Five minutes later we were both under the covers naked listening to the hiss of audio tape playing quietly from the speakers of the stereo in my room. Amy’s voice began speaking as we listened in the semi-darkened room.

"And the Guest is already clearing the path for us. The snow in the north is starting to melt, Mom. The ice is crying." ​The hook was set. The 168th chapter ended with the sound of a thousand footsteps hitting the pavement in perfect unison. We were leaving the sanctuary to find the origin of the scream.