Outsiders Quotes Novels & Stories

she replied, “I guess we could call it guidance,” I almost smiled with how much maneuvering she was doing. “Well thanks for worrying,” I answered, “But I do not need guidance,” Her fingers tapped lightly on the edge of her glass, “You do, my dear,” she replied with a smirk, “Everyone does, especially… outsiders.” Outsiders. I let the obvious dig sit there without responding for a while. Finally, I leaned in slightly, “I married into the family,” I said calmly, “That doesn’t make me an outsider,”

“A lesson for who?” “For the world. For the ones who forgot me. For the ones who think they can take what’s mine.” “You’re insane,” I spat. “You’re some bitter old man living in a hole.” His laugh was low. “Maybe. But bitter old men build holes for girls like you. Holes you don’t crawl out of.” “I will crawl out,” my voice was trembling, but it had fierceness in it. “I’ll tear the walls down if I have to.”

“I’m coming.” ‎ ‎“No.” I sat up straighter. “No, you can’t. Dad’s men are outside. And whoever those people are they’re watching.” ‎ ‎“I don’t care,” he said. ‎ ‎“You should,” I hissed. “Marcus wants you dead. Derek is acting weird. My father is losing his mind. And now people are literally outside my damn window like some horror movie extras .Zayden, if you come here you’ll die.” ‎

Meanwhile, I lay sprawled on the cold floor, clutching my swollen cheek, too drained even to shed a tear. I braced myself against the wall and slowly stood up. Head lowered, I said numbly, "Since I'm so worthless, I'll leave. From now on, just pretend you've lost a maid. That way, I won't be an eyesore to you anymore." Papa let out a cold snort. "Getting bold enough to threaten me, are you? Walk out that door and don't expect to get another cent from this family!" He was about to hurl more insults when Francesca suddenly shrieked, "Oh no! My precious Pico seems to be coughing!"

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."

Steve declared, his laughter echoing amidst the eerie silence that followed the storm of bullets. "All of you are killers!" Edward yelled, his voice trembling with frustration and anger. In a swift motion, I drew my handgun, pressing the cold barrel against Edward's forehead. "We're outsiders here. When Jared's people shoot at us, we shoot back. Don't try to impose your village's ideals of love and peace on us. We're not buying it. And if you get in our way, you'll be the next to fall," I said, a menacing smirk playing on my lips. "That goes for anyone who's with you too."

"Honestly the words of strangers whether it being your dad's friends or your grandparents...they just make me confirm what I already know to be true deep down....I am an outsider and I don't belong." Silence is on the other end of the table. Ivan stares at me and plays with the hime of his bean jacket. He clears his throat. "Then...I think we both need to do better to get rid of these insecurities we have" I smile at him and nod "I guess we do." After a moment of more silence Ivan stands up to leave, I stand up too. He nods at me "good talk." He says before he turns around to leave, he takes a few steps as I watch him go before he stops and turns around to face me once more.

Luciano’s cold, cutting words echoed in my mind, steadily dismantling any lingering doubts. “If you want to survive in this unforgiving place, you have to fight for yourself and reclaim what’s yours,” he had said, his voice low and threatening. That chilling statement resonated deeply within me, serving as an unexpected wellspring of strength and determination. Each word became a mantra, propelling me to embrace my own power and resilience in the face of adversity.

I wasn’t in the mood for another one of her games, so I just grabbed my purse and made my way toward the door. Before I could step past her, she leaned in slightly. "Enjoy it while it lasts," she murmured, her tone low enough that no one else could hear. "People like Selina may be nice to you now, but don’t get too comfortable. When push comes to shove, you’ll always be the outsider." I didn’t flinch, even though her words stung. Instead, I met her gaze head-on. "You know, Zara, for someone who insists I don’t belong here, you sure do spend a lot of time trying to tear me down."

“I’m not getting up.” “You don’t get to decide that,” she snapped, her tone rising slightly. “That seat isn’t for people like you.” “And what exactly are people like me?” I asked, tilting my head slightly as I met her gaze without flinching. She didn’t hesitate. “Outsiders,” she shot back. “Pretenders. People who don’t know their place.” I let out a slow breath, not in frustration, but in something closer to patience. “I’m sitting here because I was asked to,” I replied. “And because I belong here.”