The Outsiders Book Novels & Stories

The city smelled of rain and burning wood somewhere distant — someone’s message already sent. She arrived at the lieutenant’s safehouse before the moon knew the plan. Two sentries in faded coats strolled the low wall, cigarette tips glowing. Valentina watched them breathe and counted their heartbeats. Marco signaled. In one motion, they were on the wall: a rope, a drop, two knives cutting a throat before a sound could form.

If he were the demon Kat had accused him of being, he wasn’t going to welcome Mercedes into his home with open arms. Off to the side, a street urchin standing near the apple cart drew her attention. The young lad’s gaze darted around the street, suspiciously. Dirt streaked his face and tattered clothes, and his hair appeared as if he hadn’t combed it—or even washed it—for weeks. When the owner of the cart turned his back on the boy, the lad’s hand snaked out, grabbing an apple. That little thief! She stood as he ran past. Reaching, she tried to grab the imp, but only succeeded in stumbling forward. The owner of the cart swung around and faced her, his eyes widened the longer he stared.

I sarcastically asked while looking outside. I cant understand being with this man anymore. One minute I feel a little butterflies talking to him then after one second, he go and went sarcastic once again. I do wonder now if he is a Professor or my real-time boyfriend. Pft. “Scout goes to school for the first time that fall and detests it. She and Jem find gifts apparently left for them in a knothole of a tree on the Radley property. Dill returns the following summer, and he, Scout, and Jem begin to act out the story of Boo Radley. Atticus puts a stop to their antics, urging the children to try to see life from another person’s perspective before making judgments. But, on Dill’s last night i

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

She liked the peace. "What are you reading?" Indianna held up her book, To Kill a Mockingbird, and Cassie scrunched her nose up disapprovingly. "Oh God, I hate that book. It's so boring!" "I quite like it. I like the way it's written from Scout's point of view. Everything is so simple from a child's perspective." "Boring." Dread filled Indianna when Greyson sat down opposite her and Cassie. He linked his fingers together on the table and leaned forward, looking directly at Cassie.

Novel's POV After returning home, the book seemed to pulse on my desk, demanding to be opened. Earlier, I’d told that woman I had a boyfriend, but the truth stung, Alexei hadn’t even asked me out yet. How pathetic of me. “The Book of Outer Land,” I whispered, sliding on my reading glasses. As I opened the cover, a cloud of ancient dust drifted upward, smelling of cedar and forgotten places. “Ouch, cough! Seriously?” I sputtered, waving the dust away. My eyes landed on the dedication page.

Rory’s POV ​The address on the crumpled piece of paper in my hand matched the faded numbers on the rusting gate in front of me. ​I stood on the damp sidewalk of a quiet, working-class Chicago neighborhood, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard it was almost deafening. For months—no, for years—I had dreamed of this moment. I had laid awake at night, picturing what it would feel like to stand in front of the people who gave me life, wondering if they shared my blue eyes, my nervous habits, or my obsession with drawing.

Eight years into the Cappello family, and only today did I discover there's a meeting room beneath the estate. Half an hour ago, my husband Julian put on his coat and said he was heading to the New Jersey docks to handle a smuggling shipment. Five minutes after he left, the estate's internal line rang. It was Julian's driver, asking if he should have the car washed. It had gotten dirty from yesterday's rain. Julian never rides in anyone else's car for long trips. If he'd gone to New Jersey, his driver should be behind the wheel right now. I went down to the second-level basement garage. His car was still there. The emergency stairwell beside it was inexplicably open. I followed it down and f

“For people who say they’re not friends, you sure do think the same.” I blink, “What?” “Like I said,” He repeats, standing up now. He walks towards the crates and digs through it. After a few seconds, he almost falls into it. I was just about to stand up and help him when he managed to prop himself right up. Holding a small red book in his hands. He walks towards me and places it right in front. It wasn’t that thick, and it looked more like a pamphlet than a book. “Girls are nothing but trouble.”