Social Outcast Novels & Stories

Behind closed doors, I’m just useful. Aiden didn’t say anything either. He just told Adrian my talents. That was it. I’m an asset. I thought we would be family. I thought I would have a family. Do Isaiah and Kaia look at me the same way? I don’t want to find out. I’m getting out of this pack. I grabbed my laptop bag, threw on a change of clothes, and grabbed my phone. I pushed through my soreness and ran out of the pack house before anyone saw me and tried to stop me.

He leaned forward again, elbows on the table. “But this one, here?” He looked to Brody, the six foot five jock with the chiseled jaw and billion dollar family at odds with the tattered carpet and sagging couch. The creased packing boxes and the rain falling outside. His bro a kick in the gut reminding him of all he could lose. Of all he’s lost. Of being an outcast. Of being alone. No friends. No family. No money.

“ You won’t. “ he was on his feet too, and I turned to leave. We weren’t sleeping together anymore, and surprisingly, I’d been having sleepless nights since then. “ Try, “ “ try? How do I try and make someone who doesn’t know how it feels to be an outcast understand the sudden urge to be loved? “ “ Delaury “ “ No, Orion, all my life, I’ve been shrugged off, treated badly for years, worked my ass off for years, I didn’t even ask to be mated to you, but then that was my fate, and the last straw was getting banished! Banished for something I had no control over even if you didn’t love me or want me, you could let me stay in the dungeons, at least i would be closer to my roots even if I was an o

Honestly, I was prepared for the worst. I'm Amelia Goose, and there's one thing I was very good at doing; managing the situation. The problem was that most times, the situation was not always in my favor. In this case, being an outcast made me do things that I never would have thought about doing. I didn't have a choice, it was the only thing on my palms for survival. I had to do a lot of minimal jobs in scrubs and at different places too in the Tribe. I had to survive—It was the theme of my life. I was already thinking hard about what was going to happen when I finally reached my workplace.

I whispered. "That's not what she told me" he mumbled under his breath. "What?" "Nothing" "Aren't you like not on the guest list since your like an outcast or something?" I asked. Steff was once a popular guy in our school but was soon turned an outcast as he'd hated the spotlight and drama that came with the it so he decided it was best to turn against the popular one's which caused him to be unpopular and of course they could do nothing about as his family heir loom wasn't one to be messed with.

It has always been myself and I. Maybe that is one of the factors why I grew up like this. At such a young age, I was able to provide for my own needs. Not only that, I am able to save money for my future as well. But at what cost? I became an ‘outlaw’ in my very own school. I have broken the school regulation of a religious school. That thought still bothers me, but I chose to continue what I am doing anyway. I even invited lots of my schoolmates so my business’ growth will be unstoppable.

“No, Jake. It was all a mistake joining your group. I realized it now. I am safer than I was before. Please, leave me alone. Can’t you understand that?" “No, Lily you have to believe me. You are unsafe without us.” “Can’t you hear me, Jake? I am safer alone than I was with all of you. The trauma you inflected on me had gone too deep that I cannot simply forgive you and forget. Leave me alone! I don’t care if I will be in danger with no one to protect me but myself.” Lily said with all bravado she could muster. “What else do you want from me Jake?” She went on. “You said it many times before, I am a weakling, a no body in the... society. I understand that. Can’t you just leave me alone? I’m

“My name is Samantha.” No reaction. “I’m… from Black Ridge Park.” Mira stiffened. Edda’s eyes narrowed sharply, the warning clear. “I didn’t… belong,” Samantha continued quickly, her voice gaining strength. “I wasn’t like the others. I—I’m human. I grew up there, but they cast me out. Said I was too different. That I didn’t belong.” She dropped her gaze to the floor, her voice growing distant. “They didn’t want me. So I left.”

Each word was a dagger, sharpened by years of disappointment—not just from my classmates, but from the entire pack. I wasn’t just an outcast. I was an embarrassment. I kept walking, chin up, even though my chest tightened with the familiar ache of being unwanted. It wasn’t just school— I felt it at home, too. Once, I had been someone’s world. My father had never looked at me like I was broken. He used to tuck me into his arms, brushing his calloused fingers over my hair, whispering, “It’ll come, little wolf. Some take longer.”

People view those who conceive a baby for someone who is not their mate as lower than omegas and brand them as rogue whores. In my entire life, I never thought that I would be in this category of people, but it is where I find myself today. The pack people have treated me as an outcast, denying me a series of well-paying jobs and access to certain places in the pack because of their perception of me as a rogue whore. With a loud exhale, I gazed at my babies. I can’t leave them here because I want to get some water. I have only eaten a slice of apricot since I was brought here, and nothing more.