Outsiders Novels & Stories

No matter how intriguing the pretty asset is. "I'm only here to help," I offer simply. "I hope so," Max says, and there's a hint of a threat in his voice. ANNA This diner is a rundown way station for truckers and other less discerning travelers to fill their bellies without worry of judgment. It belongs to the men and women of the road, a restaurant at the edge of the world, living in the margin, outside society’s reach.So why do I feel so comfortable here?I guess I’m becoming one of their kind, fallen through the cracks into a demimonde of misfits, alike only in their distaste of the norm.

I suppose given time their colors would possibly show but until then I will attempt to believe that this Cyrus guy was decent. I set my apartment keys on the kitchen table and hoped that Jem wasn’t going to move them by morning. Why was my life so strange and complicated when it came to the paranormal shit? Why did this happen to me? Of all people, why me? I hardly had any friends to really enjoy a decent day with and when I told them about my ability to “See” the other side. They ended up never speaking to me ever again. It hurt but like all other things I moved on. I hated being alone in all this and not having somebody to talk to about these strange and weird situations. To have someone r

she asked, her voice laced with confusion. Luca rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little uncomfortable. “Oh, yeah… about that,” he began slowly, not meeting her eyes. “I forgot to tell you that people who come from outside don’t stay in houses. They stay in tents.” Cathrine stared at him, her eyes widening in disbelief. “What?!” Luca shifted on his feet, clearly nervous. “Yeah, it’s… a tradition, I guess. Outsiders aren’t exactly welcomed into the village proper until they’ve proven themselves.”

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."

"So where are we going?" "Well, you said keep it causal so how does a diner sound? Burgers and fries." "Amazing." By the time I pulled into the diner, I knew we had people following us. I told Brian when and where we were going, and I let them take it from there. I parked and got out and ran to her side and opened her door up for her. I held my hand out for her to take. She shot me a glare but quickly took my hand and pasted that fake smile on her face. I knew that the hard exterior was slowly cracking and she was trying to put it back up, but I've seen the cracks and it's getting bigger and bigger.

When they pushed through to the final set of small trees, she stopped at her tracks. In front of them was a security place - a place of defence, covered in droplets and an area of the moonlight covered it. Flashes of firelight shone on broken windows, and figures – both men and women resembling wolves, silently walked along the outer wall, their eyes flashing in shades of gold, silver and red. “Welcome to the den,” Thoren said. “A refuge for the outcasts.” Lydia felt her tightness in her chest. The people she was seeing were more than just mere outsiders; they were exiles – marked by their pasts and carrying the weight of forgotten heritage.

There was only one thing I remembered, one belief carved into my bones: Kill every “outsider.” That was my purpose. During the day, everyone on campus looked human. But once night fell, we all turned into monsters. My existence was dull and repetitive. Occasionally, a new batch of “outsiders” would arrive, and the monotony would break for a few days. I overheard many of them whispering that they wanted to clear the game and win the prize money. To do that, they had to kill the final boss.

Closer to the edge of our territory. No, they can't be taking me there. The outlands. The land is run by Rougues. Starving outcasts who lost their minds and their packs. The kind of wolves who tear into flesh just to remember what it feels like to have a purpose My heart pounds against my ribs. No. No, this can’t be real. Gideon said a cabin. He said I was to be locked up. Watched. Not this—not exile. We reach a clearing. The trees thin out, revealing the broken fence that marks the edge of Silver Crescent's land. Just beyond it, wild woods stretch on for miles. Untamed. Lawless.

"What do you have in mind?" "A couple of friends in the backyard with music and drinks. Just something chill." Mia looked at me. "Are you game?" Every part of me screamed no. But I didn’t want to be the killjoy. "Fine," I said. "But we’re driving ourselves." The house wasn’t far, just a few blocks off the main road but the moment we stepped inside, I knew this wasn’t “chill.” There were already at least twenty people in the backyard. A cooler full of beer. A speaker blasting hip hop and a haze of smoke that didn’t smell like cigarettes.

In the three years since my wife, Ariel Meyers, and I are married, I've been beaten up 38 times by her deranged ex-husband, Isaac Thornton. The last time, he doused me from head to toe in vinegar, thinking it was sulfuric acid. I want to call the police, but Ariel stops me and says, "He's just having an episode. He thinks that he and I haven't divorced yet. "It's not like it's real sulfuric acid anyway, Matt. Just let it go. A shower will fix everything. "Oh, and by the way, Isaac's condition has worsened, and he needs a kidney transplant. Can you go to the hospital and get tested for a match? "My daughter also hasn't accepted you yet. How about I move back in with Isaac and her first,