Outsiders X Reader Novels & Stories

The tension between them was electric, every interaction loaded with subtext and unspoken desire. I read one chapter. Then another. Then another. Time disappeared. The world outside the bedroom faded. There was only the story, the characters, the way Lana Steele made me forget I was sitting alone in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, pretending to be engaged to a woman who hated me. When I reached the end, I left a comment which was rare for me. "Please upload more chapters soon. This is incredible." Then I noticed the clock. 5:03 AM. I'd read for hours without realizing it.

Maybe. Josh pushes himself up from the floor. I bite my lip, aware of him walking towards the bookshelves but still too stuck in my head to do anything. "Yes!" I spin around, seeing Josh grab a book off the shelf. "Oh! And this one for sure! Mmmm maybe this one, Xavier seems like he could be the kinky type." Kinky? He comes back over to me, handing me three books. "I think these will give you a better reference." I raise a brow, hesitantly taking them from him. "These two," he taps on two of them, "are realistic and sweet. Reminds me of you two. This one," he taps the third, a devious smile growing on his face, "is what I bet Xavier is like in bed."

His eyes cracked open, those endless black depths pinning me in place. “I… the servants,” I whispered. Heat flooded my face. What would they think, finding their alpha tangled with a human in a guest bed? Xior’s lips brushed my shoulder—barely a touch, but it sent electricity racing down my spine. “They answer to me.” He rolled me gently onto my back, hovering above me. The furs slipped lower, revealing the hard planes of his chest. Scars crisscrossed his skin like a map of old battles. I wanted to trace them. I wanted to run.

Once again, I was hoping that I could get a place to stay. “I am Bethany Middleton,” I introduced myself to the woman because I thought she was kind. “A Middleton? How are you related with Roger Middleton?” “My father,” I replied without any hesitation and she just nodded her head. Even if she wouldn’t ask me for the details, I knew she already had an idea about what happened to me. “You become a rogue.” “He kicked me out, and stripped me of my birthright.” “Well, some men are just harsh, darling. We don’t plan to be a rogue but we ended up as one. My mate rejected me because I am an omega, and kicked me out of the pack. Fortunately, Claybourne has a place for us. Oh, she’s coming back!”

I walked over to the door, opened it and was met with Alessandro who had a big smile on his face which faded the instant he looked at me. “A man is waiting outside the house. He is demanding to see you,” Alessandro stated. “That must be Austin,” I muttered. “You never let outsiders come into our pack, Xavier. Who is this Austin and why was he picked up by our soldiers?” Alessandro inquired.

“You don’t belong here. You never will. Look at you, pining like a scorned lover while Xavier doubts you. Tell me, Lyra, is this what you wanted when you betrayed Redmoon?” I parted my lips to speak, but decided they weren't worth it. Instead, my hand closed around a rose stem. The thorn bit into my palm, but she welcomed the sting. It kept me steady, kept me from giving Emily the reaction she craved, and heaven knows that was the best thing right now. “Emily is right. Xavier will never trust you, not fully.” Xander stepped forward, voice smooth and practiced, the way a snake might hiss before striking. “You’ll always be the outsider, the little traitor girl who tried to carve herself a plac

The riders had strange tattoos on their faces, their half-wolf, half-human features stark and proud. Behind them marched creatures I'd only ever read about in forbidden texts: winged humanoids, scaled beast-men, and figures so shrouded in shadow-black cloaks they were nothing but shapes. "What... what kind of army is this?" a soldier stammered. "A rabble of mongrels and exiles," Lukas sneered, but I saw his hand drift toward the hilt of his sword. "They only know how to put on a show." "Kristina, how much did you pay for these mercenaries?" Lyla mocked, her voice loud enough for all to hear. "They look intimidating, but they're still just a mob."

~~LATE NIGHTS~~ ~~ALICIA~~ The rain starts out slowly. Not the aggressive kind that rattles windows, but the slow steady fall that sounds like fingers tapping gently against glass. Outside, the world feels far away- blurred by darkness and water. Inside the room, the candle remains lit, the little flame dancing weakly every time the wind slips through the cracks of the window frame. I sit cross-legged on my bed feeling shy all of a sudden with my arms wrapped loosely around my body. Xavier leans back against his mattress, seated on the ground, legs stretched out, hands clasped together as though he’s afraid to move them. The power is still out and honestly at this point, I’m not sure we have

a fantasy novel written by Worthwhile novels. "I hate you dan for hurting Jessie, she loves you and sacrifices everything for you…men are scum," Jeanne shouted. It was as if she read a true life story, forgetting it was just a fiction of a writer. Xena jumped on the bed, and she stood up hurriedly," What is it?" comes out of Xena's mouth, she was sleeping already, and she thought Jeanne had left for the king's chamber. Seeing the novel in her hand brought out an angry hiss. A hiss broke out of Xena's mouth, and she looked at Jeanne disdainfully.

Xanvier's pov I was met with emptiness when I tried to cuddle Sandra. I forced my eyes open as I turned back to see just her pillow. I sat up and saw her silhouette before tracing it to the window. There she stood, her petite frame trembling under the moon rays. "Why is she standing like that?" I wondered. Her eyes glued to the curtains as her grip threatens to rip it apart. "Sandra", I called but no reply. "Sandra". I called again, this time a little louder.