The Outsiders Dally Novelas e Histórias

The dim light of the alleyway barely illuminated the figure sprawled on the ground—lifeless, blood pooling beneath him. The sight sent a jolt of terror through Sherry's veins. Beside the body stood the man who had chased her relentlessly: Dallion Cross. His suit was pristine, not a drop of blood on him, despite the carnage at his feet. With an almost casual grace, he took a step toward her, a cruel smile tugging at his lips.

He reached for the blade hidden beneath his coat. Dale drained his glass and stood up, facing them. "You should’ve stayed away, Dale," she said, her voice colder now. Before he could respond, the men lunged. Dale moved fast in a blur of light. He dodged the first blow, delivering a sharp kick to one of the men’s ribs, sending him crashing into a nearby table.

"Welcome to the pack, officially. Though I have to say, being best friends with a Golden Wolf is going to take some getting used to." I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. "Try being one." —------ I stood outside the prison gates with Amy, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. The morning sun felt too bright, too cheerful for such an intense moment. We'd been waiting for what felt like hours, though Amy assured me it had only been twenty minutes. "He's coming," Amy whispered, squeezing my hand. The heavy metal doors creaked open, and there he was. Darryl. My Darryl. He looked thinner, tired, but his eyes... his eyes were the same. He walked slowly toward us, like he c

Her eyes kept drifting to the back row. Dax. He was the "most dangerous" boy in the school. He sat with his boots on the desk, his leather jacket unzipped over a white tank top. He wasn't just a rebel; he was a disruption. He had been in more fights than anyone, and he had a way of looking at Courtney that made her skin crawl in the best way possible. She had wanted him for the two months she had been transferred here, but Dax was the only one who didn't play along.

DARYL A lot of things could go to hell in a few weeks. I was living proof. Everything had gone sideways the moment Soraya Karter walked through Fenrir's gates. "You look like you want to murder someone," Dolly observed as we settled down in class for our first lecture of the day. I did want to murder someone actually. I didn't answer Dolly but my gaze drifted towards the empty seats in front of me—Soraya and Adele were not in class yet.

I was sprinting now, the packhouse door was wide open, the cold night air blowing in fallen leaves, the tug of my heart strong as the pain intensified almost bringing me to my knees but I had to fight through it. Stepping outside, my eyes fall on Daryl’s body, still and unmoving on the ground, his head no longer attached to his body and I let out an ear piercing scream towards that person stood over him, wielding some sort of sword and looking pleased with themselves in the moonlight.

Dale. Dale is like the school's heartthrob, catching every girl's eye with his tall frame, fair skin, captivating eyes, smooth voice, and physique that could make anyone do a double take. But, just to be clear, that doesn't include me. Now, I'm bringing up Dale because every girl falling for his charm becomes my sworn enemy. Dale and I go way back, not in a romantic way, though. We're neighbors, classmates, and childhood buddies, I guess. It's hard to put a label on what Dale and I are. And it's weird; whenever I'm in trouble, he shows up like my personal superhero, saves the day, and then ghosts me like it's no big deal. Besides those random heroic moments, we don't talk much.

He should return to wherever the hell he came from and leave him the fuck alone. He is Dylon and not Danny. He wasn't going to make the same mistakes Danny made, nor was he going to allow anyone to use him like they did Danny. ***~~*** "Yo, what the fuck!" Dal yelled, roughly shoving into Dylon once they reached outside and under their favorite umbrella tree. "What the hell was that all about just now?" "Get off my dick, Dal!" Dylon yelled back and sat slumped on the metal bench under the tree.

Daley was gone when I opened my eyes in the morning. I'm used to him leaving without saying goodbye. Every time I close my eyes last night, I picture Frade alone in the garden. And Daley appeared in my dream. His hands were stained with blood, and he was dressed in a large white robe that resembled a monk's. He stood in the misty forest and watched me from a distance. Half of his face was covered by darkness, revealing only the other half, which was broken.

Haley waited patiently for his footsteps to fade away. She waited a few more moments, in fact, pretending to be asleep on the couch. Some minutes later, she jerked up. Springing to her feet, Haley darted for the door. The dawn was slowly breaking and the dark sky was gradually fading into the morning light. The dogs were still barking outside, but if Haley was careful enough, she wouldn't get caught. So she stepped out of the gates, and… Daryl! What was he doing here?