The Outlaw Novels & Stories

Because of the wound, I had no time to resist. My clothes had already been stripped down to scraps. I stared at Julian in disbelief, almost out of strength. "Julian, are you insane?" Malicious gazes gathered on me. Cold seemed to close in from every direction. Once, when a few street thugs had merely harassed me with words, Julian had gone mad and beaten them half to death. Now he personally tore my clothes off and exposed me in front of everyone. I could not help laughing bitterly, like a lunatic.

" I could picture her standing in front of that brand-new security door at Maple Ridge, face twisted with fury. Diane and her husband were probably standing behind her with their luggage, completely lost. Brandon was likely pacing back and forth, frantically checking his phone. And the two kids were almost certainly in tears, frightened by the chaos and their mother's meltdown. I cut through her hysterics. Every word came out measured and calm. "The deed to unit 2702 at Maple Ridge has only ever had one name on it. Mine. Naomi Aldridge. "Legally, it is my property, and I have every right to do with it as I see fit." I paused. "As for it being a home... maybe it was, once. At least I thought

One refusal, and my cover would be completely blown. I opened the car door, hands tucked into the pockets of my trench coat, squinting toward the man in front of the vehicle. He was my contact for the deal. Known as “Mad Dog” Bill, he was an outlaw who had built his empire through smuggling. Brutal and insane, his hands were stained with countless lives. “Got the goods?” he asked lazily, hopping out of the car and sizing me up with a greedy look. I forced down my unease and pointed toward the trunk. “They’re in there. Take a look for yourself.”

Justin smiled and said, “Lily, we’re lucky there’s an inn at the outskirts! Eat quickly! We’ll then be on our way. I’ll find the best hotel for you once we reach the city!” Lily gently responded. In her heart, she did not mind enduring hardships so long she could locate Darryl sooner. “Boss! Come here!” Someone yelled at that moment as a few people with swords and sabers approached the inn from a distance. These people were those from the martial arts world. Once they entered the tent, they sat in a group next to Lily and Justin. The leader who had a five-inch long scar on his face looked intimidating. He was Odin Mcmillan—an infamous bandit.

Consisting of a quick but loving kiss and a hug. I heard them all start their bikes and I watched on the camera as they all pulled away and left. I just smiled as I finished my drink and started wondering... What the heck was I going to do today!? _________________________________________________________ (for some reason my previous note has been deleted) So, As you can see from the new title, this book is now called ''book one'' in ''The Outlaw Chronicles''. I have planned out a further two books. I can't release the titles yet as it might give away some idea of what is going to happen in the books before it (such as book two can give away what happens in boo

She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives an email… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison. Will Harley help them out and prove she IS a member of the family after all or is the outlaw biker lifestyle just not for her? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING for this book; It will contain triggering subjects such as sexual assault/rape and violence. This book WON'T be ''glorifying'' rape, however it is a big subject in the character backgrou

David's cocky grin spread across his face as he boasted, "The ladies call me the Adonis of the town." Avery bit her lip, fighting back a laugh. "You really think that highly of yourself, don't you?" "Why, of course! A heartthrob, a dreamboat, the epitome of male perfection. Can you blame them?" David gestured dramatically at his reflection in the car window. "Hours at the gym, meticulous grooming, and natural charm that only I possess-it's all me."

I turn to him with narrowed eyes, “How long have you been doing this Ray? Because it sounds like you’ve been an outlaw for years.” Ray looks at me for a while before sighing, “We call ourselves the Outlawed pack, it is a sort of mockery of the Hunters,” he chuckles. My eyes are wide as I speak, “You are going to make me a criminal!” “Bring your voice down Cassandra,” Ray advances towards me and I take a step back, he looks annoyed now, “So, what are you going to do? Live as a coward for the rest of your life?” “But…” “What you experienced last night was nothing compared to the horrors innocent werewolves experience every day, most of them are merely victims of

it to stay out of my head. Ethan squinted his eyes. "Name." Once more, the rogue's lips formed a daring smile. "Death me. I won't say. Ethan's jaw tensed, and I briefly believed he may break the man's neck there. Rather, he dropped him, allowing the outlaw to fall to the ground in a heap of coughing. "Preserve him," Ethan instructed Marcus. "For the time being." We proceeded to the subsequent cubicle. As soon as we stepped inside, the younger outlaw stood stiffly in the middle, his eyes darting to me. There was something about his face that made me shudder not hate, nor fear, just recognition. Softly, almost as a greeting, he said, "You." I went cold. "Am I a

Long black nails and fangs appeared again. "I won't hesitate to crush you to dust. It will be easier for me to kill you since you're an outcast!" "Fuck you!" Adrian struggled to free himself from the man's grip. The mysterious man then threw Adrian's body to the ground. "You should be grateful for this. You should have died! Unfortunately, you became an outcast because you disrupted my ritual last night," the man grabbed Adrian's body and slammed him against the wall, "outcasts are the lowest tier of vampires. Blood and night are your life. Your body will crumble if you don't follow your desire to consume blood."