The Outsiders Book Novels & Stories

This journey for Ireland and Oliver is over. Thank you all for your support and love. Below is the first chapter of my book Living With His Mark. This will be Olivia's story. I hope you all enjoy! I will not mark this book as complete until all editing is complete. Chapter One- (Olivia POV)

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

she commanded wiping the blood that dripped out of her chapped lips. The boys ran in our direction. They have huge built to that of thugs with tattoos all over their arms and faces and piercings on the nose, lips, and brows. They also reeked in alcohol and they do constant sniffing and jerking like drug addicts. I could tell that they’re no students but outsiders. “Dare to touch my girl, sl*t?” The skinhead came running at me with a punch. I did a sidestep dodging his fist, so, he ended up rolling on the ground.

"But instead, she saw a weakling." "I'm not weak," now Devin is becoming intimate. "Being weak means, you ain't got shit." "Look where it got you for your ignorance," I return a menacing grin at him and cross my arms. "You got caught and sentenced to life in prison with no parole. You may have grown up with Odin, and he has done his share of sins. But he had made his amends by doing things good and charitable." "Good and charitable? Ha!" Devin laugh. "I know of his good deeds. It's rare for a man with a killer's blood to be a saint."

one of the humans yelled, but then the vampire said something to her, compelling her, and she, along with the other humans, went with him peacefully. I looked to the left, and more of The Outsiders were charging into the courtyard. My eyes flared and my fangs protruded as a feral growl erupted from deep within my chest as I took off an Outsiders' head. He suddenly burst into flames as his body writhed upon the ground. Two more came at me head on, and I ripped out both of their hearts at the same time. Suddenly, orange and red flames erupted from their bodies, leaving a pile of ash behind. A loud growl came from behind me as another charged from behind, but I easily flipped him to the ground,

" As they waited, the tension in the air was palpable. Every sound seemed louder, every rustling leaf a potential threat. Rachel shivered, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she tried to keep warm. John paced back and forth, his eyes fixed on the woods as he waited for Alpha Morgan to return. Finally, after hours, they heard a rustling in the trees. Rachel's heart leapt as she caught a glimpse of Alpha Morgan's massive form emerging from the woods. He was limping slightly, but his eyes were bright with triumph as he approached them. "It's okay," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "It was just a hunter who had wandered onto our land. He won't be bothering us again."

“You'll have to prepare a tissue for that. It's so good that it made me cry at the end." "So you findished this already?” She was somewhat surprised because Xiana wasn't the type to finished a book in one sitting. “Yeah. It made me cry because it is so relatable. The plot revolves around two close friends who are stranded in a foreign country after being kidnapped and must make sacrifices in order to survive." "Aww, I can't wait to read this," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable. The book's nostalgic scent wafted from the pages, and she smiled to herself, thinking she'd read it tonight.

I went about my usual routine, taking a shower before making my way to my locker. Upon arriving, I was met with the sight of Charlotte and Reuben, their expressions twisted into smirks as if they had just spotted a wild animal. Students in the hallway hurled insults my way—thin-ass, sick bitch, ugly—yet, I had trained myself to ignore them, keeping my gaze downcast. As I rifled through my locker for books for my first class, I noticed Reuben, Charlotte, Vincent, and Ryker passing nearby. Charlotte paused, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “Hoe of the school.” It was a taunt I had heard before.

I would be a fool to let them take my money to support someone else. … When I returned home after meeting with the bank president, it was already 11:00 pm. The house was completely dark, and no one bothered to check on me even when I came back so late. They were all fast asleep. I stumbled in the dark while heading back to my room. As soon as I opened the door and tossed my handbag onto the chair, I heard a piercing scream. Surprised, I hurriedly turned on the lights. I then saw Madeline crouched by the cabinet where I stored my jewelry and watches, her arms thrown up to protect her head. She was wearing my jewelry around her neck, ears, and wrists.

Instead, he ordered the thugs to drag me into a dark alley. It was a place he often used for his attacks since it was secluded and rarely trafficked. They pinned me to the ground and beat me. I didn’t resist, even spitting out a mouthful of blood. Even the comments online were panicking. [Wow, this destroys my worldview. I can’t believe the original book’s male lead is so disgusting. Isn’t this just school bullying? The supporting character just started his comeback. Don’t tell me he’s going to end up dead in a dark alley like in the original book.]