The Outsider Book Albert Camus Novels & Stories

Alas, Gigi was declared innocent due to insufficient evidence. As we were leaving, I saw the smiles of joy on Zachary's and Gigi's faces. That felt like mockery to me. All of a sudden, I wondered if Zachary could keep that smile up once he found out who Gigi had killed. They happily walked out of the courtroom, only to find me standing at the entrance with an unpleasant expression. "Why are you still here, Annette? I'm warning you. You'd better not do anything rash!" Zachary declared.

Alex’s face twisted, not in confusion or fear, but in smug satisfaction as the officers approached him. "Really?" he scoffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You think this little show of force is going to scare me?" His voice dripped with arrogance, and he cast a dismissive glance around the room. "I don’t feel a shred of remorse. As far as I’m concerned, I won. Neither James nor David is the CEO, and that's exactly how I planned it." Emma's gaze remained icy, watching him with a calm, unwavering authority.

The sound of someone who almost died screaming. He steps into the cell. The guards don't follow. Of course they don't. He's their Alpha. Their god. Their reason for existing. They would watch him tear me apart and call it justice. "I want you to understand something." He crouches in front of me, close enough that I can smell him, pine and smoke and something darker, something that used to make my wolf whine with longing. "This isn't personal. You're not special. You're just unfinished business."

Butt naked? I sink to my knees beside the crate and pick up the top book, a small white-covered paperback with a surreal picture of a sun with a human face on it. Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s Discourse on the Origin and Basis of Inequality Among Men. The pages are sepia and brittle as fall leaves. I’ve never heard of it.

I smiled as I made a call, "Hello, officer? As far as I know, Madeline Lewis owed a huge gambling debt abroad, and she returned just to raise money. I suspect she might have trafficked Fable Lewis." An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—I just had to get back at those who wronged me. Otherwise, what was the point of life?

I had been totally focused on myself, how selfish I am. Cassius sacrificed a lot for me and stood by my side when I had no one else. He chose me over his own father and supported me despite the fact that he had once been wronged by me in the first place. Alberto, despite knowing my true identity when I began my revenge, didn't do anything to me and welcomed me into his home. Camille also had a bad reputation and a hot temper, but what if we were wrong about her? What if Alberto supported her because she was not wrong? I couldn't think of a reason why he wouldn't try to save his son but always saved his daughter, but…….I think there is more to this and I would find out the truth today. I quic

Graduation season has arrived, and my girlfriend's childhood best friend, Daniel Whitmore, now a social media influencer, posts a video titled "The Friendship We Shared." It goes viral overnight. Everyone envies the four of them for staying close for ten years. Before long, people are even shipping Daniel and my girlfriend, Evelyn Hayes, swooning over their childhood-sweethearts story. What no one knows is that I film every second of that video. I even write the narration myself. The video is 20 minutes long, yet there isn't a single shot of me. Not even a mention of my name. I ask Evelyn why, but she barely seems to care. "You didn't join us until college. You can't really say you were

Eight years into the Cappello family, and only today did I discover there's a meeting room beneath the estate. Half an hour ago, my husband Julian put on his coat and said he was heading to the New Jersey docks to handle a smuggling shipment. Five minutes after he left, the estate's internal line rang. It was Julian's driver, asking if he should have the car washed. It had gotten dirty from yesterday's rain. Julian never rides in anyone else's car for long trips. If he'd gone to New Jersey, his driver should be behind the wheel right now. I went down to the second-level basement garage. His car was still there. The emergency stairwell beside it was inexplicably open. I followed it down and f

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

From this vantage point, high on the other side of the narrow valley, I can easily spy on the Alphas as they play with their little toy. But these are no ordinary inhabitants of the Zone. This is clear from the omega's short hair and the leather boots on his feet. She is an Outsider and also one of the Alphas. I hate strangers. I kill Outsiders. Nothing else brings me more pleasure. It's a pity that treacherous creatures rarely venture into the Zone. Opportunities to get revenge are very rare. But this opportunity is too good to pass up. Outsider's blood will be spilled tonight. Crawling slowly, the sound of my movements masked by the rain, I pull away from the edge of the broken road and ma