The Outsiders Audiobook Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

I hear Alec's footsteps on the earth behind me, but instead of growing louder, they grow softer. "Alec! Over here!" I try to shout, but it comes out as a whisper. Like I've lost my voice. I touch my throat. Oh, no. This is bad. The fog is so thick that I can't even see the fire I just ran out of. Holding my hands in front of myself, I walk in what I hope is the direction of the cabin. For all I know, though, my next step will take me over that cliff and into the sea.

I could drop dead any second. All I cared about was my dad's broken ring. I scooped up the black shards and tucked them into a velvet box. Didn't matter how I tried to fix it—some things just don't go back. *** Three months into treatment, Lorenzo still found me. Guess Elisa caved. Lorenzo looked wrecked—scruffy, red-eyed, all that cold mafia polish worn down to something raw. "Chiara..." he croaked from the doorway. I stayed leaning on the headboard, voice barely there. "The engagement's off. We're just history now. What do you want?"

Absolutely. Here’s Chapter 32 – The Goodbye written from CHAPTER 32 – THE GOODBYE (Althea’s POV) The taxi ride from the Navarro Enterprises building to my apartment felt surreal. Every street, every honking car, every neon sign seemed blurred, as if the world had gone soft around the edges and left me standing still. My hands gripped my purse in my lap, knuckles white, nails biting into my palms. I tried to breathe, but the air felt thick, heavy, like it was pressing down on my chest, making my heart thump painfully against my ribs.

I was about to eat some stolen fruit when I heard a tree branch break nearby. I quickly hid behind a tree. I grabbed my knife, ready to attack whoever it was. "Come on, come out. I see you, pretty girl. Surrender to us or this won't end well for you if we decide to use our strength," I heard one of the three men say. From their foul smell, I knew they were outsiders. They smelled bad because most outsiders didn't bother to bathe and clean themselves. "We're asking you nicely, dear. Come out while you still can," I heard a man say.

I looked at the world—a messy, beautiful, de-standardized frontier where a wolf and a man could share a cup of tea without an audit. "Now," I said, a small, weary smile touching my lips. "We find the 199th Chapter. And we let it write itself." The Audit is Gone. The Asset is a Mother. The North is Home.

***the previous chapter is the last chapter in which Amory’s POV will appear. We have now arrived at the point of the original book ‘Damaged’ on the chapter titled ‘Three Years Later’ if you wish to read both books as they occur in-sync with each other*** Amory is behind the bar dressed in a black halter top with black booty shorts and silver stilettos, which is typical for her, and I see her kick into high gear when Sy starts waving to get someone’s attention. We all know that this is do-or-die time! But a couple of drunk dumb fucks smashed to the ground behind me, breaking glasses and spilling liquor everywhere.

Chapter 12 RUBIN "What the fuck?" I stare back at him as he loom over me–he is so tall that I have to crane my neck to be able to stare at him. My wings appeared instantly, nervously fluttering on my back, my hands steadily growing sweaty as I swallowed. I was quite shock that I was still breathing for I am afraid of what he will do. A few seconds passed and I squared up my shoulders, taking the book from the floor while trying to gather up more courage as I began to speak, “He-hello there. It's me, Rubin, Rubin Hearthrowe. What about you? What is your name?" I cringed at how shaky my voice appeared and instead, tighten my hold at the book. He glared at my hand which is currently holding the

Chapter 11 ‎The footstep outside froze me where I stood. My breath snagged in my throat, a sharp, painful knot that refused to move. The silence stretched, broken only by the pounding of my heart. Another step followed, heavier this time, deliberate. Someone was right outside. ‎ ‎The knob turned. ‎

Chapter 33 - Instinct Third pov for better reading :) Orion couldn't shake the suffocating feeling that something was wrong. Throughout the entire meeting session in the city, he found it impossible to focus on the presentation. A hollow discomfort settled within his chest; the moment the first meeting concluded, he didn't even bother waiting around for the afternoon session to begin. He stood up abruptly, shoving his hands into his suit pockets as he walked out of the conference room.

Third Person’s POV *Three Days Earlier* Frank stepped out of Hailey’s Diner, the door shutting behind him with a jingle of the bell that felt oddly hollow. The night air hit him like a splash of cold water—sharp and jolting, but it didn’t do anything to calm the furious pounding in his chest. He shoved his hands deep into his jacket pockets, bowing his head as he tried to steady his breathing, but every time he blinked, Atlas’s face flashed before him, guilt swirling in his eyes, the tremor in his voice echoing in his mind when he’d said it.