Outsiders Johnny Novels & Stories

“Johnny said he would buy me a new one. I think he’s a bit embarrassed about it. Doesn’t do anything for his street cred.” “Is he about?” “Nope.” “Any idea when he’ll be back?” “Nope.” “You don’t seem very concerned,” I informed him. “I’m not.” He laughed and began turning the soil in the vegetable garden, swinging the hoe over his shoulder and driving the blade into the compacted earth. “Johnny’s always got one scheme or another going. He disappears for days. Normally shacks up with some girl for a little while and then when he’s had enough of her he comes home.”

"You know what I mean." Johnny only carried a backpack so we had no luggage delay issues. His penthouse had enough personal effects and clothes for him to change to. Driving through the busy streets of New York, he told me about his work in the country. "That place is hell," he said. "If it wasn't for all the pretty girl next door chicks that are always fawning over me, I would have run off a long time ago. You should visit sometime. You'll have the best time. You can pick whatever kind of woman you want. They're not like these New York chicks that are all the same, hoes looking for sugar daddies. Those country girls are the real deal, man. Love still exists for them."

(Johnny) Johnny is also a soldier a few days ago, until he lost his right hand, and he decided to quit, and hides in the city. Despite his deserted status, no one bothered to captured him, in fact nearly all the eligible man in the city, most of them were disabled all thanks to war, and all of them were deserters, the fellow soldier just left them be, the populace pity and just ignored them. Thanks to that, the many men in this city were all just a bunch of disabled, that were stranded in this city with nothing on their side.

But he followed orders and the orders were to slow down a mass shift until they all understood a bit more of what was happening. Stuffing the bottles into a carrier bag, Johnny headed for the main house where most of the victims had been housed. Darkness had fallen less than an hour before and a haunting silence spilled out into the only black night. Wyoming was undoubtedly beautiful but something about this whole territory put Johnny on edge. Maybe it was because of the fact that they were at least forty miles from the closest human city or perhaps it was because so many innocent people had been hurt or killed on this land and their stories were now being exposed.

She looked absolutely haggard. However, before she could get close to me, the security dragged her away. A month later, I arrived early in the morning at the courthouse and waited for Johnny. I spotted him approaching from afar. He looked gaunt and unkempt, with stubble growing on his face. He had no house, no transportation, and no job. I didn't care how he had been surviving this past month since it was all his own doing. "Annie—" I raised a hand to interrupt him, signaling him to go ahead and handle the paperwork.

Johnny said with a wicked smile on his face. He led us all the way to the back and behind the bush until we exit the amusement park undetected. It was a bushy trail with mangroves and waterways on the left and the amusement park fence on the right. We’re just walking on a single file on a one-foot width walkway and I’m beginning to understand now why Mr. Meyers could not find them. Finally, our trek came to a stop when we reached an abandoned church. Johnny removed the makeshift camouflage revealing an often-used back door. It’s clear Johnny’s been involved with them the whole time. He must be the one who set up this safe house for them. The question is why?

“I'm Mr. Cunningham, from the Grammy Interiors. I'm looking for Mr. Johnny Stewart.” “Good day, Mr. Cunningham. I'm Johnny Stewart. I am honored to meet you.” Afterward, the beds and the bedding were taken into the house. Thanks to the janitors, before one hour, they were through and they left. Johnny, who shared the bed with Stanley the previous night, was elated. After their lunch, they rested for a while. Then, Johnny, who must study before anything, studied for an hour. Then, Stanley's phone rang.

The member list in the channel was painfully clear, showing only four avatars: my father, my mother, my brother, and Bella. My brother, Enzo, replied a moment later, "Just the four of us. Don't call Aurora." "If she comes, she'll just find another excuse to bully Bella." I stared at the words, frozen. It dawned on me then. In this family, I had been the outsider all along. ... As if on cue, my mother's call came through. "Aurora, there's a sudden sit-down with the capos. We won't be back at the manor tonight."

Johnny said pleadingly " Forgive me sir I didn't know....." Before he could finish his sentence Danial slapped him. Johnny was thrown across the room, half of his face was bloodied and numb. He looked at Danial and raged " You slapped me? How dare you slap me do you know who I am and what I do? I am Johnny Langley the most powerful gangster in the southern district" Johnny tried to stand but realised that he couldn't move his legs. He looked at Danial who was approaching him and was stunned. Danial looked like a demon who climbed out of the deepest parts of hell. His aura was rampant and his eyes were bloodshot.

Jennifer hung up, leaving Avery feeling grateful for the distraction. "Finally, a good reason for me to go outside," Avery mused, a smile tugging at her lips. She pulled out an outfit to wear to Jennifer's house - a cozy hoodie that was definitely oversized and paired it with baggy denim pants. Determined to wash away her stress, she swiftly removed the dress she had been wearing and stepped into the bathroom, eager to enjoy a refreshing shower before heading out. ***