Outsiders Synonym Novels & Stories

They had no weapons on them, but their claws were extended, glinting under the late afternoon sunlight, and they had varying sinister looks on their faces. “Gina, stai dietro di me. (Gina, stay behind me)” Adrian said lowly as he reached back to shove me between him and the trunk, obstructing my view. Fabio stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Adrian. “How can we help you?” he asked the men tightly. They chuckled simultaneously, and then I heard one reply: “Help us? We’re not the ones who need help, outsiders.” He said ‘outsiders’ like it was a dirty slur, and Fabio and Adrian tensed.

Maybe I just happened to wake up here after falling from the sky, or whatever. Alright. Somehow, the situation got a little better. I approached the balustrade and easily jumped out of it. I was about to step out from the narrow exit when I heard voices from the outside. To my calculation, there are two of them talking just behind the wooden door. “J-Jeric! Huwag sa leeg, pinagpapawisan ako.” That . . . that language is new to my ears. Our language in Audravaria is different, but strangely, I can understand them.

Robert asked. “I agree,” Caine continued. “You would be playing a difficult game trying to make my people talk, but there’s someone else with them who might be a little less challenging.” The other two exchanged looks of confusion as well as interest. “Someone?” Robert uttered. “Who?” “He’s no Ravennite,” Caine droned on. “He’s an Outsider, and a young one at that.” “What?” Robert was quite surprised. “What do you mean an Outsider? Is he one of ours?”

“The term ‘outsider’ is used for those who have no immediate connections to the mafia. Before, you said the word ‘normal’. It’s basically the same thing but our terminology is slightly different.” Eva gave me a soft smile. “Since both of your parents were outsiders, then that essentially makes you one as well.” “Yes...I suppose so.” “Oh, honey,” she hummed. “We have a lot more in common than you think.”

he corrected. She nodded slowly. “What did you mean,” she asked, “when you called me your mate?” His jaw tightened. “I meant it.” Her heart stuttered. “That word… it carries weight here.” “Yes.” “And consequences.” “Yes.” She looked down. “I don’t even know what I am.” He went still. She lifted her gaze. “What do you mean?” he asked. “I mean…” she hesitated. “Everyone keeps calling me outsider. No bloodline. No origin. No scent they recognize.”

He shakes his head reluctantly. “No. I don’t know how to tell them. I don’t think they’ll be very accepting of the idea of one of their own mated to an outsider.” The word ‘outsider’ stings. “You think I’m an outsider?” I ask. “You agree with them?” “Well, technically you are. The definition of an outsider is—” “James! I don’t care what the dictionary says! I’m asking how you feel. What you think of me.” “I think you’re a rogue, and nothing either of us does will change that.”

In fits and starts, I wrote about the quiet bitterness of those on the margins of society and the moments they were made to feel invisible. One day, I typed out, "In that lavish estate, all the applause and spotlight belonged to them. I was nothing more than a superfluous ornament—fit only to stand in the shadows and watch in silence." That post went viral without any warning. Within moments, tens of thousands of comments flooded in. Countless people wrote that my words mirrored their own feelings of being abandoned by their family. As I read those comments, I suddenly felt like crying. It wasn't because the post had gone viral, but because I finally realized just how many people out there w

Mom started pointing fingers and scolding me as if she finally found a way to attack me. She continued, "We're just asking for a room change, it's not like we're not bringing you along. And yet, you're saying such things—you really disappoint me, Heidi. "Back then, Madie chose to go abroad just to let you experience a complete family. Even after she came back, she was worried you'd mind, so she dared not come back home and rented a place herself. But now, you're even refusing her a room? How could you be so selfish?"

With a darkened face, York clenched the glass tightly and said through gritted teeth, “Estelle, are you going to make our family into a mess?” “Uncle York, this is the Hudson’s House. Can’t I even talk freely in my own home? Whatever I do has nothing to do with outsiders,” Estelle said, stressing the word “outsider.” York pulled a long face and asked, “You mean I’m an outsider?” “Anyone who doesn’t have the same family name as I am an outsider to me.” York stared at Estelle with his face flushed with rage.

Kevin interjected. "Yes, indeed!" "I still can't believe she got pregnant for another man. She's pathetic!" Brandon added. "I couldn't agree more. She lost a perfect man, me! And to be honest, I couldn't care less about her and her baby daddy. She can go suck his dick!" David smirked, earning him the admiration of his friends. Later, he excused himself and went outside with the excuse that he needed to make a phone call. As he stepped outside, David lit a cigarette and breathed in deeply, allowing himself to be consumed by his thoughts. He reached into his pocket for his phone, preparing to make a call.