The Outsider Book Camus Novels & Stories

He was also giving me a whole new level sense of security that I have never felt before from Lenox. I just wanted to reorganize my messed-up thoughts and make sense of what was happening. “Then I will trouble Mr. Lucien to make the trip.” “It is my pleasure. Next time please call me Luc.” The driver started the car and it was soon plunged into silence. My mind was all over the place as different thoughts clashed in my head. ‘You are a reject. I rejected wolf, and you can only be an omega. No one will ever want you, Camilla. You are a cursed being and you are bound to spend the rest of your life alone.’ A shrill voice sounded in my ears.

The fireworks exploded in the distance, one after another, shattering into a sky of gold and red. This year, I had learned one thing: to put myself first. In the end, I had finally become my own. I glanced at the photo one last time before the screen went dark. That chair had been empty for too long. I could never go back to it. I raised my hand and deleted the message, then drew the curtains and poured myself a glass of wine. A new year was coming. And this time, I, Aurora Moretti, belonged to no one but myself.

C34 – YOU SURVIVE. Elsewhere in the city, Camille climbed the building stairs with unsteady steps, her cold fingers gripping her keys. Stefan walked behind her, too close—his presence warm yet oppressive against her back. Every heartbeat echoed in her ears. "He's a killer," she thought, "and now he's here, with me." The door to the landlady's apartment—Madame Durand's—opened just as they passed, and the woman, sweet-faced but gossipy, smiled upon recognizing Camille.

He was about to hurl more insults when Francesca suddenly shrieked, "Oh no! My precious Pico seems to be coughing!" Papa's and Mamma's expressions instantly changed, panic flaring. "Quick! Call the doctor immediately!" They hurriedly brushed past me. The heavy wooden door slammed shut in my face with a bang. I stood quietly in place for two seconds, then turned around and went back to my cold and gloomy room. I stuffed the few clothes I had into my bag. It was well below freezing outside. Bracing against the biting wind, I dragged my peeling suitcase and walked resolutely into the depths of winter without looking back.

The absence of my presence these past few years had made me accustomed to compromising in front of Sophie and her family. Even when Julius replaced me in the family portrait, or when every New Year's dinner table was filled with dishes Julius liked, I endured it. I even comforted myself by telling myself that things weren't so bad if someone could stay by their side in my place. I thought that as long as the family was happy, nothing else mattered. But today, a single apple gave me a wake-up call. If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong?

One minute, he was my tormentor, the next, my shadow. When we reached the outskirts of the forest, my stomach dropped. Bad luck must have been written all over me tonight because standing there, leaning against a rusted lamppost, was the last person I wanted to see—Jonan and his gang of pricks. “Well, well, look who finally decided to crawl out of the woods.” Jonan grinned, his dark eyes locking onto mine with the same sick amusement I’d grown used to. “What were you doing out there, wolfless? Trying to summon your non-existent wolf?”

If I couldn’t erase the past, maybe I could build a new pattern, one brick, one steady gesture at a time. The town, of course, had also started talking. I could feel the whispers even without hearing them directly. The way eyes lingered when I passed by. The way heads tilted toward each other when I walked into the grocery store. Outsiders always drew attention here, but I wasn’t just any outsider. I was her outsider, the man who had shown up at her door, the man tied to a bar fight, the man connected to the subtle swell of her stomach she was no longer able to hide.

Devil. When I had fled the club, I didn't go back home and had just stood at a corner outside the club. Cassius emerged moments later, cool and collected, entering his car and driving off as if nothing had happened. I quickly hailed a taxi and followed him, my heart racing. He stopped at a warehouse—was that where he killed people? Innocent people? Bastard. Did he derive joy from taking lives? It felt like a game to him. I, on the other hand, only killed bad people out of necessity, and I hated every moment of it.

It seemed he still did not forget the time where she was the one who kicked him in that particular place, right? His movements seemed to carry a lot of grudge... and loathing. Gabriel stood up after seeing that his minions were defeated so easily by this outsider who barged in inside just after bombing the door. Maybe it was not outsider but.... Gabriel looked over at Cameron who was neither enthusiastic or happy that there was someone there finally saving her. Gabriel raised his brows, an eerie smile appearing on his lips, 'Oh? It seemed even if it not an outsider... It is better left off as a stranger' Gabriel silently thought.

It was closing in on midnight when Camille finally found herself outside of the Ark and the apartment building. Before she had even escaped the studio, Camille felt awful for blowing up at Charlotte in the way that she did. Charlotte wasn't doing any of the things Camille had accused her of. In fact, Charlotte was just being a good friend and Camille had overreacted. So, wracked with guilt for not only blowing up at Charlotte but also for a whole list of other reasons, Camille had gone for a walk. Around her central Manhattan was buzzing with life in the same ways it was portrayed in movies. Yellow cabs were bumper to tail as the traffic on the roads were virtually static. The lit up signs o