Social Outcast Novels & Stories

Long black nails and fangs appeared again. "I won't hesitate to crush you to dust. It will be easier for me to kill you since you're an outcast!" "Fuck you!" Adrian struggled to free himself from the man's grip. The mysterious man then threw Adrian's body to the ground. "You should be grateful for this. You should have died! Unfortunately, you became an outcast because you disrupted my ritual last night," the man grabbed Adrian's body and slammed him against the wall, "outcasts are the lowest tier of vampires. Blood and night are your life. Your body will crumble if you don't follow your desire to consume blood."

I ask with a smile on my face excited “Yes...Yes, I am I can’t wait I met some people yesterday which was fun” Sophia says enthusiastically Startled at her statement “We literally only arrived yesterday” “I know” she says with a grin on her face That is the difference between me and Sophia she was the outgoing one, the one who takes risks and see’s life as one big adventure, whilst I was the quiet one kept myself to myself if it wasn’t for Sophia I would lock myself in my room and read books all day, it might sound boring to everyone but that is my kind of fun

Two more days until I can leave this place. My name is Amara Reynolds, I don't own much but a cot as a bed, some shaggy old hand-me-down clothes, ragged sheets, one old pillow and this crimson-colored baby blanket that I was found wrapped up in. Yes, I am an orphan, luckily for me the Alpha of Munnin Moon Pack found me. He brought me back to his wife and Luna. They took good care of me for 12 years; I didn’t want anything. When I didn't get my wolf or lycan, everything changed. You would think that me being a child of an alpha, adopted or not, that everything would be ok. However, it wasn’t, my rank in the pack abruptly dropped, forcing me to the harsh treatment of life and my reality. Almos

"Then, why don't you want me to make love to you?" I squirmed out of his embrace and looked up. "You told me to trust you, but you did nothing to clear my name. Now, I am a social outcast. Everyone looks at me as an "insatiable whore." At the end of my sentence, the tears I have been holding back for so long broke down the barriers, cascading my face. "Trust me, I'm doing this for your own good," he said and was about to hug me again but I avoided him.

Last night I received notice that the Family was cutting me loose. The explanation was flimsy: my thinking was outdated, I refused to modernize, and I was seriously obstructing the Family's expansion. That morning, my fiance stopped me in the corridor, his expression icy. "Kelly was right. Someone as stubborn and inflexible as you only holds the Family back. "And don't blame me for cutting you. You offended someone you shouldn't have." Kelly leaned against the railing, surrounded by her men, and watched me with a smug smile. She was the Don's own niece. Two weeks earlier, she had been parachuted in to take over the Family's core operations, using reform as an excuse to purge every elder. At

Stephanie nodded and squeezed her hand. "Thank you," she said. "And I do respect yours. I don't hold it against you that Kristen picked you up from the streets. She did the same for me, four years ago. I was a sixteen-year-old dirty orphan who had been kicked out of my pack. She found me and took me in. She gave me a chance and a new life. She's been like a mother to me ever since. I owe her everything." Savannah felt a bond and a connection with Stephanie. She realized that they had a lot in common. They had both been abandoned and abused. They had both been saved and adopted. They had both been given a second chance and a new life.

My fingertips trembled, not because I didn't know these things had happened. But because she had written them down herself, and they were presented before me so bloodily. The tide in the underground social circle turned in an instant. "Oh my god, to all the girls who were trashing the Moretti Principessa a few days ago, maybe you should come out and apologize?" "This girl is way too manipulative. Her acting is definitely Broadway-level." "I feel so bad for Aurora. Pushed out of her own home by her own parents, and she still managed to survive until today."

Protecting *himself* from the taint of me. Tears mixed with the rain on my face, hot and shameful. Weak. Crying again. Always crying. Omega tears. Meaningless. I stumbled over a gnarled root, crashing hard onto my hands and knees in the slick mud. The impact jarred through me, a sharp, clarifying pain. I stayed there for a moment, gasping, mud soaking through my jeans, the cold seeping into my bones. The pack feeling was fainter here, muffled by the trees and the rain, but it was still there. A low, insidious thrum at the edge of my awareness. *Outcast. Runaway. Failure.*

They call us osu. Nneoma gazed at him, her eyes squinting with emotions 'Oh…’ she sighed. Closing her eyes, she hugged Richard tightly, patting his back gently. She was silent for a few minutes. 'No, Richard, no…you are not an outcast,' she whispered to him. 'Rich,' she pulled back to look into his face. 'You are a victim of this obnoxious culture. You are not an outcast, neither you nor your family. If anyone out of ignorance, foolishness, wickedness or envy terms your family outcast, the person is terribly mistaken. We were discussing this issue sometime ago,' she told him.

he had said to me as we jogged down the street. “What’s an outcast?” I asked him but I guessed it’s what it meant, an outcast just like you would get in society or high school or college. I asked him anyway. “My pack got taken over by another Alpha, I refused to sign allegiance to the new Alpha and I was kicked out and banned from ever going back to Massachusetts. I came to California and ended up in Fresno, got the audition with Marcus and I’ve been working for him ever since,” Josh said to me.