Social Outcast Novels & Stories

“I hate facing their rejection, their hatred, their fear of me. That was once my pack. Now, it’s like I’m this awful stranger they’re trying to be rid of. They look at me like I’m a monster.” “I understand that,” I say, thinking back to how both of the packs I was once part of view me now. “It’s so difficult. Being an outcast is lonely, painful, just awful. “But I’m here with you now. I know that doesn’t change everything, but it does mean you don’t have to face it on your own. We’re in this together. Maybe with me there, it’ll sting less.” “It would,” he admits. “Everything is better when you’re with me. But I also don’t want to drag you into more danger.”

She would only see me as a psycho who needed help and the last thing I wanted was to be branded as one and get kicked out. If they kicked me out, I had nowhere to go and going back to my pack wasn't an option at all. Still, I couldn't think of something sensible to say and time was running out and I could tell that her patience was running thin. My thoughts were all scattered in haphazard ways and I hated it because I couldn't freely tell her who I really was without the fear of being branded as a freak and an outcast who wasn't loved at home.

Maeve pov A voice inside of my head told me to slap his hand away that we shouldn't even be this close it was already bad enough before but now I was an outcast of society Suddenly a louder voice came in front of that one telling me that I was going to make a big mistake if I did that, and then an idea came into my mind my life was this difficult because of this man and if we were caught together then he was also going to be in trouble too for associating with an outcast since it was basically an unwitting love that everyone was supposed to treat me like someone with a deadly contagious disease and so he associated was enough of a crime itself.

For once, I was glad that everything happened when and how it happened because it was what led to my being here, I Darren's community of rogues. Laughter broke free from my mouth when my new reality smacked me square in the face. I was now living with the outlanders I was so afraid of coming in contact with. I was now one of them. I was an outlander, an outcast but I didn't feel weird because even while I was in Jace's Pack, I was still an outcast. Maybe being an outcast wasn't as bad as I thought because here in Darren's small community of rogues, we were all outcasts, no one was better than the other and we were happy.

Seeing her this way did something to my mind, and it didn't settle quite well with me. After a pause, Nova spoke, her voice hesitant. "I know how it feels to be an outcast," she said. "I grew up in an orphanage, I dropped out of school, and I had to take odd jobs just to survive. I felt like I was drowning like I didn't belong anywhere." There was something in her voice, something that hinted at a deeper pain. "What made you drop out?” I asked. I always wondered why someone as smart as she worked in a bar. It never made sense to me, not even a bit.

Alpha Alexandro yelled, his voice… his words all spilled venom. I am an outcast, I am a cursed orphan, I am unwanted, undesirable, unlovable, I am all these and all these things is what I’ll probably ever be for the rest of my days. Everybody rejects me, no one wants anything to do with me, I am a cursed wolf and it really hurts that I cannot do anything about it.

Eva says. "Hi, I also like the name the Outcasts! My name is Jimmy, and I am also not very popular in this school because I am poor. My parents do not have the money, and I am here on a scholarship. Would you mind if I joined your gang?" Jimmy asks. After a while, a bunch of children joined them. Connor is, of course, the leader. He and his gang of outcasts are going to rule this school. Connor wants to protect all the children bullied in the school because of their background and cannot help who they come from or their parents.

“He is a member of us, the outcasts. He was deaf, he just wanted to say hello.” Smiling, I tucked my head and conceded that he did have a point. He didn't need to humor me or answer me with an explanation, but he had, and now I felt like I should be nice to him. “My bad. Who are you?” “I am from Running Brooks, and no, that is not where I'm headed,” he smiled, speaking for all of them. Murmurs of assent went through them. “Same with you guys?” I asked, and the rest of the outcasts shrugged, obviously not used to speaking so much.

I smiled as I made a call, "Hello, officer? As far as I know, Madeline Lewis owed a huge gambling debt abroad, and she returned just to raise money. I suspect she might have trafficked Fable Lewis." An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—I just had to get back at those who wronged me. Otherwise, what was the point of life?

Rick Stetson rode very faraway from Redwood City, he couldn't bear being called a murderer, he felt so guilty for what he had done, so he moved to a very distant land where no one knew him, so he could start anew. He knew Iris loved him so much, and he loved her too, he wasn't always like that. But things changed when he was going through a lot. The real reason was that he lost a lot of money and this got him to do things he wasn't used to.