Socs Outsiders Novels & Stories

First Matthew, then Devon my supposed boyfriend, Cassidy my so-called best friend, Garret my real father, and then Lucy my beautiful mother. You'll be surprised what I have in store for all of you. I looked at my hands and on my left hand are the scars of my demise, slowly I see it open up again, the jagged edges of my skin is fresh, my flesh showing as blood ooze out of my wound. It flowed to my arms and dripped on my white nightgown and onto the floor. But I feel no pain. I feel powerful and nobody can stop me.

so for now she has decided to play along with whatever the society expects of her. After all this is the west, where all shit happens. "Melissa?" Frederick called out softly. "Hm?" "Please give me a chance to be the one in your heart." Frederick said.

David was examining his new appearance and doing some movements to get used to having no skin on his body. But the world suddenly went dark, he panicked a little and searched for an answer to what was going on. And it came very soon. A short and bald middle-aged man appeared in front of him, he was wearing a lab coat that had the logo of TriDa on one pocket. David was a little scared for a second but calmed down soon after. "Greetings, David." said the man with a light smile, "do you like to have a seat?" a table appeared in the middle of them with two chairs facing each other, David and the man sat shortly after. "My name is Santiago Torres. I'm the director of SSO."

she said gently. Samantha lowered her gaze. “I just don’t want to cause trouble. Serene says I don’t belong here, and sometimes… I think she’s right.” Erynn cupped Samantha’s face, her eyes filled with unwavering love. “Listen to me, my sweet girl. You do belong. You may not have been born into this pack, but that doesn’t make you any less a part of it.” Samantha swallowed hard. “Then why does everyone treat me like an outsider?”

Brandon POV I walked beside Barry with Sophia in his arms and Dylan next to me. The five boys locked up with Dylan shouted at us for being liars and hybrid loving traders. We are going to need to leave them down here for a little while. We stood outside the pack house with swarms of people around us. The crowd looked pissed, and they continue to throw stuff at us. Barry had put Sophia down to stand on her own two feet, but she wasn't doing too well.

Members only. I know what club he's talking about. I've heard whispers—Callum's teammates, late-night conversations I wasn't supposed to overhear. A place called Lux. Underground. Invite-only. The kind of place where NFL players go to disappear for a night, where everything is off the record and nothing leaves the building. And Caleb is taking some other girl there tonight.

The member list in the channel was painfully clear, showing only four avatars: my father, my mother, my brother, and Bella. My brother, Enzo, replied a moment later, "Just the four of us. Don't call Aurora." "If she comes, she'll just find another excuse to bully Bella." I stared at the words, frozen. It dawned on me then. In this family, I had been the outsider all along. ... As if on cue, my mother's call came through. "Aurora, there's a sudden sit-down with the capos. We won't be back at the manor tonight."

While most of them have fled, there are still a few inside, trying desperately to help others who have been buried. My hand still sizzling, I shake it off and pull it back. About to reach in and pull out some more wires, I stop when I hear Dr. Cho screams. It wasn't her gloating but her being taken by surprise. Looking out, I see the four OutCasts charging toward me. "They sure took their time," I think as I reach in.

All three of them wore the same confused expression all over their faces. "What are you even talking about..." "Just now, I know you're planning something against me, are you?" Nana's head then jerked in Kai's direction. "I still can't believe that such people like you are getting hooked by a stupid bet to the point of selling off your friend to such nonsense act," Her friends said nothing, and some people were already turning their heads to watch the heated argument between the birthday celebrant and this group of youngsters without having any idea what's going on.

the doctor said. His movements were light as he packed up his tools, but he deliberately knocked the tweezers heavily against the tray. “And you’d better stop provoking Miss Sophia. In this family, no one will offend the young lady for an outsider.” The word “outsider” felt like a needle. I didn’t respond and reached under the pillow to take out my phone. The first notification on my social feed was Sophia’s post. In the video, Vincenzo sat on a leather sofa in his study. White bandages were wrapped around his fingers as he carefully wiped the diamond-studded handgun. Sophia leaned against his shoulder, smiling at the camera.