Social Outcast Novels & Stories

the man says suddenly in a condescending tone that makes me want to scream at him. Instead, I look away from him. I won't let him see me cry or panic. He doesn't deserve the satisfaction. Chloe and I were only here to help the situation between humans and wolves. Outcast is a place of peace and these people have ruined that. They hate me because I have a wolf spirit inside of me. I have done nothing to them and I do not deserve his hatred. Their species is the one who deserves hate. They have killed today.

In my last life, everyone in Leighton knew I was destined to marry Roman Falcone. Five allied families each sent an unmarried man, but everyone knew the other four were just there to make up the numbers. After all, I'd loved Roman and no one else since I was seventeen. Then my father died. Piece by piece, the Caruso empire fell into Roman's hands. Then I caught him with Marietta Conti in my father's study. I discovered my father hadn't died of natural causes. I fled with the evidence, but Roman's men hunted me down and killed me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had to choose my husband. Roman still stood there, holding out his hand to me. Only this time, I walked right p

“I never hanged out to them, though.” “Why not?” “Why would I?” I bit my tongue, before I looked at him. “Is that not the reason why you often come here?” “Certainly not.” His reply was quick. “How about you?” “I don’t party, Conrad.” I removed my hands on the railings to turn around. “I probably haven’t tell you, but I used to be an outcast.” “Outcast?” He repeated. His eyes intently looking at me. “Were you discriminated?”

I stared at my phone as the abuse piled up in real time, wave after wave of it, and felt something sink all the way to the bottom. 'Aunt Sandra, you really burned every last principle you had just to destroy me.' Within half a day, a crowd had gathered outside my new office building. Freelance content creators, rubberneckers, and hired protesters with signs picketing outside the building. "Lexi Harmon's got no shame! Slept her way up and drove her own aunt to her deathbed!"

Mike said loudly as he rose to his feet. The gunman giggled. " You. You are the mad man that has cost us a lot. " " First, I would love to point out a correction. " He started walking out to the gunman. " I am not a mad man. " " Of course, you are a mad man." " No. I am not insane. I should ask you if you are sane for bringing guns to attack an armless man like me. Do you not gave some Shane left in you?"

No matter how intriguing the pretty asset is. "I'm only here to help," I offer simply. "I hope so," Max says, and there's a hint of a threat in his voice. ANNA This diner is a rundown way station for truckers and other less discerning travelers to fill their bellies without worry of judgment. It belongs to the men and women of the road, a restaurant at the edge of the world, living in the margin, outside society’s reach.So why do I feel so comfortable here?I guess I’m becoming one of their kind, fallen through the cracks into a demimonde of misfits, alike only in their distaste of the norm.

That would give me just enough time to slip past the border, just enough time to escape the nightmare that had been my life since the triplets became Alphas. Ryder. Caden. Jaxon. The names echoed in my mind, each one sending a shiver down my spine. The memories were too vivid—each sneer, each taunt, each moment of humiliation they’d inflicted on me over the years. I was an omega, the lowest of the low in the pack. Weak, insignificant. Prey. That’s how they saw me, and they made sure I never forgot it. But after tonight, they wouldn’t have a target anymore. I’d be gone, far away from the pack that had broken me.

It made me question if I was truly one of them. “You can’t say anything because deep inside you know the truth. You know the Sharp’s aren’t your family. That’s why you never felt like one of them” Ethan concludes when I didn’t say anything. I look away. I didn’t want any of them to see the truth in my eyes. To see the biggest insecurity I’ve had for a long time. “So you really didn’t see us as your family?” Travis asks in a small voice. “Does that surprise you?” I fire back. “I was never treated as part of your family. I was always the outcast. The one looking in at the happy family while I was out in the cold”

Fred said, his playful tone dropping into something more serious. "I need them more!" Cassandra snapped. She felt a surge of protectiveness over her patient. "Your sister just came out of prison, and she’s developed a stress-rash. I need to formulate a new cream for her skin before it gets worse!" The playfulness vanished from Fred’s face instantly. He straightened up, his eyes widening. "W-What? Aubrey... was in prison?" Cassandra crossed her arms, her finger pointing accusingly at Fred’s chest. "So the rumors are true? You really treated her like an outcast in the BloodMoon Pack? You didn't even know?"

She and Tobias had officially divorced, and she had taken Poppy with her. At that moment, I had no idea that Queenie was nearing death. … Meanwhile, the scandal surrounding Xavier's illegal surgery erupted online. The headline, "Dr. Xavier Larson Allegedly Coerced Wife into Kidney Donation", went viral. Once the story broke, there was no going back. He lost all his honors and titles, and even his retirement pension was stripped away. Every time he ventured out in public, it felt like a mob was calling for his head.