The Outsider Novels & Stories

She could faintly here him screaming “Noooo.” Alizeh landed in a puff of sand. She looked around. It was breathtaking. In one direction she could see for miles. Yet, when she looked in the other direction, there were beautiful rocky hills. The sun was setting, and it seemed like it was lighting up the clay-colored sand. She just stood there in awe. She was too distracted; she didn’t see the cloud of sand behind her. If she would have looked, she would have thought it was moving on its own. She didn’t even notice when a man came into view a few minutes later. She stared on until she heard.him clear his throat and say, “What’s a pretty little lady doing out here all alone, don’t you know there

I couldn't believe that the hem of my dress and shoes were covered in mud. Then I laid eyes on the car. The driver of that Black Bugatti splashed water mixed with mud over me. 'Couldn't he slow down after the heavy rain?' My thoughts were completely overshadowed by this breathtakingly handsome guy who peeped through the window of the car. I never knew a guy could be this good looking, but my admiration for him ended with the words I heard coming out of his mouth.

She had been such a fool! Odin climbed to the balcony which was just directly opposite Tracy’s room, his plan was to get a drink before he changed at 4 on the dot. He could have taken the normal entrance but he was not Ichabod. Everything was always normal with the man. It was insufferable! So he had done a little climbing. It wasn’t stressful at all, jumping from the ground to the balcony was as simple as taking a walk, except that, now he was staring at the little girl who was now awake and opening her window.

Luca Torres had burned my world and walked away from the ashes and life was giving me a shot to turn him to ashes too. Alighting, I stood in the shadows outside the garage, fingers flexing around my gun, watching him work like he was just another mechanic. He had grease on his hands and sweat on his brows. There was no sign of the monster that’d torn everything apart for me, just a man working his ass off. He bent over an engine, muttering under his breath, completely unaware that the karma had come knocking. I stepped forward trying to be as quiet as I could and stopped in front of him.

He had come to her house, taken her away as a bride, and she had called this place home in the last few months. Even after enduring his fights, his incomprehensible personality, and the suspicion that he might be a murderer, she was an outsider. Did Titan even know the meaning of that word? Well of course he did. The man was anything but dumb. If he called her an outsider, it was because that was how he felt. He flowed easily with venom and things that should not even be thought about, much less spoken. She watched him from her balcony. He talked with the gardeners and farmers, and later got his hands dirty in the soil, while Ryan stood, fully clothed, and talked.

Robert asked. “I agree,” Caine continued. “You would be playing a difficult game trying to make my people talk, but there’s someone else with them who might be a little less challenging.” The other two exchanged looks of confusion as well as interest. “Someone?” Robert uttered. “Who?” “He’s no Ravennite,” Caine droned on. “He’s an Outsider, and a young one at that.” “What?” Robert was quite surprised. “What do you mean an Outsider? Is he one of ours?”

I can see from my peripheral vision that they'll just murmur something whenever we come across them. Yuji started to run faster. He's already ahead of me. He's running so fast I am having a hard time coping with him. My knees are so tired and I am already catching my breath. Still, I did not stop. I promised the lady that I will catch the thief. The thief turned left so we followed him. The gap between him and Yuji is getting smaller! The three of us kept running and running until we came to a dead end. I realized just now that we are on a narrow street. There are no houses nor any buildings that can be seen from here. We are far from the crowded area earlier.

He shivered again. A few minutes later, he was so disoriented that even his sight was hazy. He stumbled along, trying to stay away from the people crowding the streets. They were everywhere, and they avoided touching him. He touched their minds briefly. They thought he was an “old homeless man,” perhaps a drunk or even insane. No one looked his way; no one wanted to see him. He was shrivelled, his skin grey. He drew the long cloak even closer, hiding his withered body within its folds.

Chloe drew closer to her and embraced her tightly, then said, "It's not your fault for heeding pieces of advice. You should not feel so bad about yourself doing so." "He was disappointed, Chloe. I saw it in his eyes—when he stood up, I grabbed a pen. I thought he was a beast. Obviously, I'm not different from those people who judged me without getting to know me." Ollie could still picture the disappointed look on his face when she frantically grabbed the pen and pointed at him. Chloe was beginning to get a hand of things. She understood how Ollie felt. Ollie had told her how she was rejected and highly misunderstood before she got a name for her weird behavior.

Boston Mass. 2019 “Abigail Davidson” Ornias said, he had been talking the entire trip but Daniel was not paying attention, his mind was elsewhere. “That’s our target. She is single, 37 lives alone, had a set of twins at 14, the result of rape. Oh, this is interesting,” he said burying his face in the mini version of the Book of the Damned. “You know her daughter, you have scene her in passing Danny”