Socs Outsiders Novels & Stories

Had he ever heard of surgery before? The sun-bleached guy opened his jacket to show a gun and Jake raised his hand in surrender and gestured for us to leave. I furrowed my brows and followed them and didn't say anything till we took our seats in the car. "So will someone tell me what the hell just happened?" It was certain they did something I wasn't aware of and I wanted to find out what it was. Mike turned towards me and started to speak but I shook my head. " No, Mr. Owens should explain this time." Mike faked a hurt expression and turned to face Jake.

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“They were from your old school?” Liam nodded, his gaze downcast. “Yeah. They… they made things difficult for me there.” A flicker of understanding seemed to pass between my mates. They knew what it was like to be an outsider, to face prejudice and hostility. Caden’s posture relaxed slightly, though his protective arm remained firmly around my waist. “If they bother you again, Liam, you let us know.” The possessive emphasis on “us” was clear. Liam looked up, a flicker of surprise in his green eyes. “You’d… do that?”

And my arrival completely shattered that aesthetic. The massive SUV didn't just pull over; it dominated the entire drop-off lane. Thomas stepped out of the driver's seat, his massive frame instantly drawing the attention of a group of pre-law students standing near the stone archway. He stood on the sidewalk, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter, his hand resting casually near the lapel of his jacket where I could see the subtle bulge of a communication earpiece.

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

The radio buzzed. A shiver tore down my spine and my body lurched forward. “Wait.” Gerard’s voice oozed from the radio. “People wondered why I had made such a drug. That’s because I believed in love. But society still frowns on Alpha and Alpha relationships. My drug helps one partner present as an omega, removing the social barrier.” My stomach twisted in the ugliest of ways as a memory hit me. Gerard had made a promise in high school that he’d turn me into an omega.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

"I'm telling you that Madie is forever my daughter, Heidi. It's impossible for me to choose you over her. If you come back now, I won't hold the past against you, and I'll treat you like how I treat Madie. But if you keep acting out, I'll really cut ties with you!" "No, I'm the one who's cutting ties with all of you," I said calmly, without any ounce of sadness. I'm giving you three days to pack up. After that, I'll get someone to take back the car and house. Lastly, I hope you enjoy your life, Madam Wellis." The call ended quickly, yet I knew things wouldn't be that easy to resolve. After all, it was impossible for leeches to give up on a refillable blood bag.

Despite the lethargy, the cheering from the audience creates a blaring sound that overpowered the entire arena, louder than it could ever be. Of course, it’s Wyatt Benjamin, the one who singlehandedly perished the hundreds of disguised members of Royal Defense sent by the kingdom of dark magicians months ago. Or at least, that's what they thought it is. Crarene, the kingdom of the above-mentioned creatures, is the first and worst enemy of Oqazia. That is why anyone who contributes a lot in solving or stopping the chaos they are constantly causing earns glory from the people.

I recognized the name, the kind of company that had been built specifically around athletes who existed outside the traditional mold, whose roster read like a list of people who'd decided authenticity was worth more than the alternative. One line. 'Our door is open, @JaxonWhitfield94.' I stared at it. In the dark. Three am. Callum asleep on the other end of the couch. Elena's voice on a recording saying your son is happy for the first time in years. A list on a piece of paper in my wallet, short, honest, slightly terrifying. The door was open. A different door than the one that had just closed. I put my phone down. I looked at the dark ceiling of Callum's apartment.