Outsiders Stories Novels & Stories

It had been five years since her fiance Oliver Becker left saying he would come back very soon. He never told her the reason behind his disappearance, he just asked her to wait for him and promised her that he would definitely come back. Ever since then, Vanessa had been waiting for him with a little hope in her heart that he would fulfill his promise. She had met Oliver in college. He was a handsome hunk and she was an introvert who wasn't a fan of socializing. Everyone said that they would never work out but surprisingly they did.

*** Finally, Dita managed to get out of Radya's apartment by hiding, it was not easy to escape from there, considering the number of maids and bodyguards. Dita walked with all her might, even sweating. After an hour of walking, she finally reached the highway, stopped a taxi and intended to go to Evi's house. *** Dita knocked on the door of Evi's house many times. Until the door opened and showed Evi standing there. "Dita? You didn't go to school?" asked Evi when she opened the door and saw Dita who suddenly came to her house. "Just tell the story inside, can you?" asked Dita, she was afraid that one of Radya's bodyguards would see her.

People jumping from buildings, people going missing—it's all connected to those outsiders! "Everyone here today wants a better future for Portfall and its people. We can't let outsiders destroy Portfall, so we have to drive them out! They can't be allowed to set foot here again!" The crowd roared back, "Exactly! Ever since the outsiders came to Portfall, everything's gone to hell. What if they target us next? We won't even know what hit us." "Get the outsiders out of Portfall! Give us back our city!" "Drive them out!"

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

The absence of my presence these past few years had made me accustomed to compromising in front of Sophie and her family. Even when Julius replaced me in the family portrait, or when every New Year's dinner table was filled with dishes Julius liked, I endured it. I even comforted myself by telling myself that things weren't so bad if someone could stay by their side in my place. I thought that as long as the family was happy, nothing else mattered. But today, a single apple gave me a wake-up call. If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong?

appears at the very bottom of the void. NOTE 1,000,000: THE STORY OF THE OUTCAST IS OVER. THE STORY OF THE DAUGHTER IS... [LOADING].

Adea said to herself, “and much bigger.” “It’s a prominent part of their cultures,” the short elderly woman standing inside the kiosk responded. “I have read all of these many times. Fascinating tales! If you’re looking to learn more about Outsider culture, might I recommend novels such as this one?” She reached over the stacks with a scraggy hand and picked up a plain-covered book, handing it to Adea.

It was no secret, as Matheus instantly took notice of his reaction to the freezing gusts. “You can sense it, too,” Matheus remarked with a snicker. “Even the toughest Outsiders can recognize when it comes.” “When what comes?” Alex asked, almost obliviously. Rowan teasingly rolled her eyes. “Alex, I told you about this many nights ago. Don’t you remember?” Alex gave her a blank stare as he struggled to think about what she was talking about. “Vaguely.” Laughing at his naivety, Matheus clapped Alex on the shoulder as they walked around the campsite, and it was now that he began to tell him thoroughly of one of the stories of their people.

Xander cobbled together a water system from tubing and gutter, proud as hell when Carolina managed to grow a single yellow squash as thick as her forearm. They learned to trade—raiding parties who came for their patch left with stories of the crazy woman and her “pet raccoons,” the man who would burn down half a city to protect his garden. The legend suited them. Sometimes outsiders joined, drawn by the rumor. Sometimes they didn’t leave. Days blurred, then years.

“I would've fried you the second I opened my mouth.” “Then, what are you?” I insist. She looks away from me, redirecting her gaze to the starless night. “I'm an outsider.” “Outsider?” When I don't have to scream to get my voice heard, I realize we have walked out of the noisy town square and now into the quieter parts. "As you can see, there are different clans and lands in Alkhemi. It's like having a leader in different states under a president of a country."