The Outsider Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You don’t have to make it a big deal. I heard your name back then. Who are you talking about?” “Oh, the guy that is with Alpha King. I heard that he’s a civilian,” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Civilian?” She nodded. “Yeah. He’s an outsider. And he’s seen roaming around here in the Greenwoods. So the guards held him captive and brought him to the Alpha King,” Oh, what a shame! I'm the daughter, but I didn’t know that! “I must know his name. He looks so handsome. He has dreamy gray pair of eyes, and his forget-me-not look!”

“That’s the whole reason I talked these two bums into coming with me.” “I was thinking someplace a little more, um … upscale?” Fred rolled her eyes. “I’m not much of an outdoors girl. I grew up in Brooklyn.” “Where the wildlife consists of pigeons and stray cats?” Darnell checked a nonexistent hangnail. “Pretty much.” “Was he friendly?” Christa was leaning forward on the table. “What was he like?”

--- ### Somewhere Outside the City A black SUV rolled through the deserted docks at Blackwood Harbor. Inside, a small boy slowly opened his eyes. Noah blinked in confusion. The last thing he remembered was hearing his aunt scream. He looked around the dark vehicle. No masked men. No ropes. Just one man sitting quietly beside him. The man smiled gently. "Did I wake you?" Noah rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Who are you?" The stranger hesitated before answering. "My name is Jonathan." Noah tilted his head. "My mommy says I shouldn't talk to strangers."

I did not want to be noticed either. I paid cash for a rundown cabin on the edge of Black Mountain, abandoned long enough that mold was the only tenant left. I did not mind. My kind does not get sick easily, and the isolation suited me. No neighbors. No sounds but the distant rustling of trees, wind slapping against warped windows, and the occasional midnight cry of some wild creature braver than it should be. I used false documents. Went by "AJ." I found work off the books, stocking shelves at a local grocery store run by a half-deaf man who only cared if you showed up on time. He did not ask questions and I did not offer answers. Nights were harder, though.

Goldie hit the ground, the oozing stump of his left leg cut off at the knee, once fluffy tail now docked. "You fucking animal!" He'd shifted back, blood loss weakening him without the influence of a full moon. He looked like the type of man that would try to sell you a used mattress over Craigslist. "What kind of sick bastard loads with pure silver?" The barrel pressed against Blondielock's forehead. In all my twenty-six years of living on this earth, I had never seen the infamous Midnight Cowboy. He was smaller than I expected.

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?

It was a sanctuary from the chaos of the party, and I relished the solitude. I wandered along the stone path, the night air cool against my skin, and I found myself drawn to a secluded bench nestled beneath a tall willow tree. I sank onto it, my gown billowing around me, and let out a sigh of relief. My heart was heavy, burdened by the weight of the secrets and the overwhelming sense of loneliness that had come to define my existence. I had been thrust into a world of fantasy and horror, one where I felt like an outsider, disconnected from the people around me.

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.

While the junior is sharing his past, suddenly the Chief and his junior hear some noise near the greenhouse. “Is there anyone who came there, chief?” Junior asks him and looks around the place but they can’t able to find anyone. And then the chief asks him, “I learned about you from the file, I also read about your sister and the night what happened to you and your sister and also your nickname” While talking, right now without any mistake a person gets inside the greenhouse and soon the chief and junior gets there and started to surround the place.

“With the Sorrentino family in its current state, which mafia family in New Haven would take you? “You may have polished yourself in Nassau, but to real families like ours, you’re nothing. “All these years, climbing upward, wasn’t it to prove something to me? To get my attention?” As if to prove his point, he took out his phone and held it before me. On the screen was my social media profile. The bio had five words: Waiting for a dawn. Nico smiled like a victor. “Waiting five years, what else could it be? You’re clearly waiting for me to change my mind, to give you that ‘dawn.’ “Lena, admit it. You can’t forget me. Everything you’ve done was for me to see.”