Social Outcast Novels & Stories

Then, he backed up and ran over them again and again. "You had me run over and left me a broken man. Now I'll make sure you feel every bit of that pain," Mike muttered. He forced a powerful sterilization medication down Sandy's throat. Her insides rotted as she thrashed in bed, screaming in agony. … Meanwhile, Colin no longer cared about Sandy. He spent a fortune trying to find me. Finally, Joel came back with good news half a month later. "Mr. Selwyn, we found Mrs. Selwyn," he said.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. Callum Pierce, my childhood friend, sat beside the bed. When he saw me wake up, joy lit up his face. "Stella." My whole body was still shaking violently. It felt as if I could still see those men touching me. Callum immediately held me as I lost control. "It's all right. I've already sent them to prison. "And I had those photos swapped out. Everything taken to the auction was edited fake material."

A story packed with conflict and sensationalism like this quickly attracted a flood of uninformed netizens. The comment section was already filled with insults. [This woman is disgusting. So what if she was outsourced? Does that justify being ungrateful?] [Typical capitalist—heart black as coal.] [Let's support Kevin and Bianca in defending their rights! Sue her into bankruptcy!] [Boycott this company! Drive this ungrateful chairwoman out of the business world!]

Five years ago, Alpha Ethan rejected me for my curves and my pack ranking. I built a new life and a thriving business. Now, my brother is dying, and the only thing that can save him is a healer I can't afford. Ethan comes with a desperate deal: to carry his heir, and he pays for the cure. I signed the contract with just a deal in mind. To keep me safe during a brutal territory war, I’m hidden away at the Iron Vipers compound, under the personal protection of Jax Mercer. Jax is a half-breed outlaw president known to be brutal and uninterested. Now, as the stakes are raised I’m placed between two men who don’t take no for an answer.

the witch said but Kael stood his ground. Ayla gasped as she heard the witch voice in her head but it was not sharp like Thorne’s voice, it was low and sensual. “You defend the wolf, you don’t belong with them no matter how much you run,you are still an outcast. You don’t even know the difference between real or dream,you saw witches by the border but you didn’t report to the right authorities because of a man you know nothing about, it is all your fault that the pack is under attack.” tears began to run down Ayla’s face

" Sunny said. "People like me are called Outcasts." People like me don't need anything, because everything is meaningless – to fight for the future, and to defend the present, and to preserve the past. Because there is something that is stronger and more powerful than all of us, that makes each of us fight for our lives, " said the Combinator, still looking through the crack in the hut at the horizon of the acid sea. "What is it?" Sunny asked with a warm heart, wanting to know the truth.

The one thing all outliers now fear instead of seeking. Sure mates still exist and people still find them, but not out here. Not in the slums of the city where the unwanted laborers lay. Nah, we aren’t good enough for love and happiness. Be it our misfortune of standing up for what we believe or who our parents are, we are outcasts stuck on the outskirts. I stay for my dad, others stay for their family members or their mates that have been taken just out of reach.

“You don’t know what it feels like to wake up to half the school calling you a thief. You don’t know what it’s like to build something from the ground up and then be told you can’t touch it anymore. To be stripped of everything you’ve worked hard for.” A lump formed in my throat as I listened to him. To be honest, I kind of pity him. I might not know what it is like to be called a thief but I know what it is like to be an outcast. I'm also an outcast for not graduating with my class. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “You’re right. I don’t know what that feels like. But I can help you fix this mess.” He gave a bitter laugh again. “You think this is something you can fix with money o

I've been called that more than once. Her eyes flash and she has a seat next to me again. "More like the outcasts, the ones who don't necessarily fit in everywhere else. Heaven Hill is made up of all the people that society said wasn't moldable, most of them had no family, so they made their own. I'm seeing a lot of them in you, and I think this is where you need to be."

He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other