Outsiders Imagines Novels & Stories

When I opened the curtains, the sunlight outside was blinding. I made simple coffee and toast, then sat at the little table by the window and ate slowly. My phone was quiet, and even the work group was peaceful. In the afternoon, I changed into workout clothes and prepared to go downstairs for a jog in the park. The moment I pushed open the glass door downstairs, someone blocked my path. It was Simon again. This time, he was alone. He was still wearing yesterday's shirt. It was badly wrinkled. There were heavy dark circles under his eyes, and stubble had grown along his jaw.

They could see evidence of poverty and neglect everywhere, from the boarded-up windows to the graffiti covering the walls. Despite being surrounded by the bright lights and sophistication of the city, They felt like they were in a place that had been forgotten. It was as if this one street was a pocket of poverty and desperation, isolated from the rest of the world. As they continued down the street, Sophia couldn't shake the feeling that they were an outsider in a place where they didn't belong. The residents of the street seemed wary of outsiders, and she could sense their distrust and suspicion. Despite the striking contrast to the rest of the city, this one street was a world unto itself

"Outsiders have never brought anything but trouble." "The council will decide," the other replies, sounding weary. "It's not our place to question." "But you've heard the rumors," the first insists. "The veil between worlds is thinning. What if they're here to-" He cuts off abruptly, and I hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Quickly, I scramble back to my spot against the wall, heart pounding. The door creaks open, and one of the guards peers in, his antlers silhouetted against the silvery light from outside. His gaze sweeps the room, lingering on me for a moment before he withdraws, closing the door behind him.

“I’m not sure. I know they returned with artifacts, proving they’d been elsewhere, but the artifacts could’ve come from Corandra for all we know. The explorers were so sick and delirious, and they died soon after arriving home. It makes me wonder if one can truly believe the ramblings of crazy men.” I smiled. “I don’t know. Sometimes the insane speak with more clarity than those lost in reality.” She bumped her shoulder into mine. “Oh, so you’re a philosopher now, are you?” I winked at her. “Just trying to impress you.” She rolled her eyes but kept grinning as she sighed and returned her attention to the sea. “I wonder why we named ourselves the Outer Realms. Maybe whoever it is over there i

It's already late but my eyes still open. There were many things happened to me in just one day. My mind was in a moment that I want to run and get out in this room but the thought that he was guarding outside of this room made me just sit at my bed. The room has dusty table and floor. Tattered curtain and broken windows. The cold wind entered in the room causing me to shiver. I'm still wearing his jacket but it's not enough to make me feel warm since the windows were broken. The door suddenly opened , I saw him entering with clothes in his hand.

Standing by their makeshift huts and shacks by the shore afar, they all stared at us, their eyes white and vacant. "Who are those people?" I blurted out to her. She turned and looked in the same direction I was looking in. "Outcasts. Runaways. Abused and neglected." "You let them stay here?" She nodded. "Where else they gone go?" Sajida was nonchalant with her answer. She traveled up the ladder as if the residents weren't invading with their looks. They were so far away, their features weren't distinguishable. And a part of me wanted to get closer to them. To know who they were. I wanted to know more about Sajida; it was selfless of her to let those people stay in her bayou. Far from what I

She didn't even have the chance to speak with her, yet she was already helplessly witnessing her slowly wasting away. Through the window, Connie saw the scorched earth outside of the walls. The inner part of the towering walls was an isolated bubble because there were flowers and grass. It looked like a prosperous town. On the other hand, outside of the walls, the earth was scorched black. Desperate people were wailing for help outside of the city, but nobody took pity on them because from the perspective of the castle's owner, they were just a bunch of nobodies. Linux came rushing in once again.

It was just a wild, matted mess. It was the first time I'd seen her in such a pitiful state. From the day she stepped into our home, my father gave her the best of everything—a spot at the nobles' academy, expensive beauty treatments, designer clothes, and bags. Every time the two of us went out, people instinctively assumed I was the lowly Omega. "I've said it before. I have nothing to do with you or your pup," Lucas said coldly. Just moments ago, Lucas had been begging me. Now, he seemed to have regained his Alpha composure.

Regrettably, we have no other choice but to follow their orders or suffer the repercussions. The Institute is a large structure located deep in the woods of Montana. My pack and I merely exist here. Sometimes we wonder what’s beyond the trees, but there’s no use in wondering because they will never let us go. That doesn’t mean that we haven’t learned a few things about the outside world, though. Years ago, one of the scientists brought in a book with pictures in it. He called it a magazine. The pictures were of females wearing alluring clothing. My pack and I were amazed by what we saw. We’ve never seen a real female before.

" I thought Lucia must be famous in the poor parts of the city, too. So how did she help people, but others don’t know her face? "And you’ve never met her?" She usually helps those in need. " "That’s right, she’s always helping out in many places. I may have gone out and missed her chance when she got to the slums, but I still got my share when I got back. " Sitting and chatting with her normally like this, I never thought of it before. She’s not as ugly as I thought, except for her outrageous Richter mania that cuts through everything. While they were still chatting, the other two came out of that small room. As he stepped out, Richter paused for a moment to look at the altar. Looking over