The Outsider Novels & Stories

In the three years since my wife, Ariel Meyers, and I are married, I've been beaten up 38 times by her deranged ex-husband, Isaac Thornton. The last time, he doused me from head to toe in vinegar, thinking it was sulfuric acid. I want to call the police, but Ariel stops me and says, "He's just having an episode. He thinks that he and I haven't divorced yet. "It's not like it's real sulfuric acid anyway, Matt. Just let it go. A shower will fix everything. "Oh, and by the way, Isaac's condition has worsened, and he needs a kidney transplant. Can you go to the hospital and get tested for a match? "My daughter also hasn't accepted you yet. How about I move back in with Isaac and her first,

Everyone was stupefied when they heard that Zachary had defended his first love and gotten her acquitted of all charges when she had killed his mother. "What kind of a son does that? And here I thought my son was bad enough for still relying on me financially!" "You know what's worse? He's married! It was his wife who handled the funeral alone!" "He looks like a decent young man. He's even a lawyer. Who would've thought he's such a deplorable person?" "Like they always say, you can never judge a book by its cover. Look at his first love. Even now, she's acting all innocent."

Protecting *himself* from the taint of me. Tears mixed with the rain on my face, hot and shameful. Weak. Crying again. Always crying. Omega tears. Meaningless. I stumbled over a gnarled root, crashing hard onto my hands and knees in the slick mud. The impact jarred through me, a sharp, clarifying pain. I stayed there for a moment, gasping, mud soaking through my jeans, the cold seeping into my bones. The pack feeling was fainter here, muffled by the trees and the rain, but it was still there. A low, insidious thrum at the edge of my awareness. *Outcast. Runaway. Failure.*

"Please Cass. Let me try to do right by you, and right by the moon goddess. I won't hold you to anything. Just give us a chance to get to know each other. I promise I'm not a bad guy." It was never a question for me if Ezra was a bad guy. It was clear based on the way he's taken care of his pack and family, and built such an incredible empire that he was not a bad guy. His family obviously loved him, and he returned their love. No, Ezra wasn't a bad guy. He was an idiot.

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."