The Novel The Outsiders Novels & Stories

"He looked at you the way he used to look at me. He protected you the way he used to protect me. You took everything, Nova. So yeah, I took everything from you. Fair trade." She dropped the book on the ground right in front of her feet. "Welcome to the real world," she said quietly. "Where nice girls lose and gold diggers get exposed." She walked back into the room, I bent to pick the now torn book, then Katie emerged from somewhere behind her, gave me one last disgusted look, and followed. I picked up the book, the spine was bent now and the pages crumpled but at least it was still here and it was still mine.

Both of them plotting against Diego — the one person who had bled for me, shielded me, when everyone else turned away. And still, I said nothing. I backed away, each step careful, deliberate, until the voices dulled into the night. My hands shook violently, the glass of water still clenched in one. It slipped, shattering against the tiles, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. All I could hear were their voices. Their plan. Their betrayal. And I knew — whatever came next, I would never look at Sage or Alvin the same way again. A sudden creak of the back door snapped my head around. The shadows shifted. A figure moved closer from the darkened yard, tall, broad, carrying an unmistakable pre

“Only if you read it out loud.” I raised a brow. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer. “I like your voice. And I like the way your mouth moves when you’re focused.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated anyway. I reached over, grabbed the worn novel, and settled back on his chest. He rested one hand on my thigh and the other behind his head, looking completely at peace. I flipped to the first page and started reading. It was a story where a girl leaving a town that no longer felt like home, finding herself in unfamiliar places, learning how to build something new from all the pieces that used to hurt.

A happy life. . . **** So these were the last three bonus chapters and an EPILOGUE. I hope you liked the story. Thank you so much for reading it and supporting it. The journey was indeed long, right? Thank you again for loving Hazel and Christian. If you want to read their youngest child's story, you can DM me on my I* for the adress. Their youngest child's story name is "that's my girl" but it's not on Goodnovel. It's a free book.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

I could feel an intense gaze on me but i didn’t dare to look at the direction it’s coming from. I opened my book and started working, but that feeling didn’t go away, i was definitely being watched. Mr Isaac’s voice echoed in the classroom. “Winston Smith is the protagonist of which George Orwell novel?” I raised my hand. “Yes Miss Jenkins” “1984” “Very, very good Miss Jenkins, that is correct can you tell me what genre of book does Danielle Steel primarily write?” “Romance” “Excellent! What do George Eliot, George Sand and Acton Bell all have in common?”

My mind was consumed with thoughts of how to make it all stop, how I had ended up in this monster of a school, how I resented Jerry for siding with Reuben rather than believing in me, and how much I missed my mother yet felt unable to share my struggles with her. In moments of despair, I would drag the blade across my wrists and thighs, watching blood trickle down to the floor, forming new wounds on top of old ones. In that tumultuous space, books and the blade became my only sources of solace.

Anita would spend hours browsing the internet until finally, she clicked on a link that changed her life. "mmmm, what is this, on my feed?" Anita mused as she slowed her scrolling to a stop, on the top of her feed there was a novel that was recommended to her by one of her F******k friends. The cover displayed a man and woman that were intimately intertwined, and on the woman's wrist were chains, and in the man's hand, there was a red riding crop. The novel instantly caught Anita's interest, she was not a virgin but she was innocent still in many ways so seeing the cover of this book piqued her interest so she gave it a chance, and this one fateful moment in time ended up opening her eyes to

It was a novel about a girl who was mysteriously transported a thousand years back in time and first became the second daughter of the Qu family before she was married to the Eight Prince of Dongue. I enjoyed the novel for its intriguing plot twist that had me glued to my phone for hours. I was momentarily distracted by the novel because I had forgotten about Draven and the ongoing war. Well, until the door suddenly burst open. That's when I noticed that it was soon getting dark out, and the room was already so dark that I could barely make out the people standing right outside the door. There were four able-bodied men. As I tried to make out the people by their stature, I realised that ther

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."