The Outsiders Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I clear my throat and smirk, wishing I could watch Stephen's face pale and see how pissed his father gets. "I was camping with Stephen. We had just gotten the campsite set up, when he went to go get firewood. As I was figuring out what to make for dinner, his phone kept blowing up. His phone, the one he issisted on bringing, even though I left mine in the car. So I checked it, and it's a girl named Roxy, sending boob shots to spice up his "Family" camily trip," I use finger quotes around the last part.

Cruz ignored Belkin’s theatrics as he glared at Odin. Odin coughed, “when we were kids it was embarrassing. As we got older, I could tell you and Anderson were in your own little circle, and I was orbiting you both. You were both growing more and more successful and it pissed me off more. The more I felt like an outsider, the more outrageous the shit I started doing.” “Like fucking my boyfriend?” Presley asked and Odin’s head swiveled to hers, his eyes bulging. “He confessed.”

Aidan said and everyone went, " Oooohhh" " You know...I used to think you were a pussy but I also knew you were something more than that. You're a banished son at least I have not been kicked out of my pack!" " I was not kicked out but that doesn't matter anyway. You on the other hand will soon be rogue in a matter of days when we expose you for who you REALLY are. Rapist." Aidan said mind-linking with Drew before he pushed him out of the way and gave his hand to Gina who took it without hesitation because she really needed comfort.

I switch my books, ready for this day to be over. I don't mind school, I'm good at it. But the kids here are cruel. Ford is one of the only boys on the football team who are bearable. But he never puts a stop to it either. Our quarterback, Axton Walker is set on making my life miserable. Maybe the fact Ford doesn't stand up for me should bother me, but it doesn't. I really couldn't care less. He jacks me off, and I return the favor. We makeout, and sometimes blowjobs are even a possibility. Being the only outed kid, and having regular orgasms, I count myself lucky.

I suppose given time their colors would possibly show but until then I will attempt to believe that this Cyrus guy was decent. I set my apartment keys on the kitchen table and hoped that Jem wasn’t going to move them by morning. Why was my life so strange and complicated when it came to the paranormal shit? Why did this happen to me? Of all people, why me? I hardly had any friends to really enjoy a decent day with and when I told them about my ability to “See” the other side. They ended up never speaking to me ever again. It hurt but like all other things I moved on. I hated being alone in all this and not having somebody to talk to about these strange and weird situations. To have someone r

From this vantage point, high on the other side of the narrow valley, I can easily spy on the Alphas as they play with their little toy. But these are no ordinary inhabitants of the Zone. This is clear from the omega's short hair and the leather boots on his feet. She is an Outsider and also one of the Alphas. I hate strangers. I kill Outsiders. Nothing else brings me more pleasure. It's a pity that treacherous creatures rarely venture into the Zone. Opportunities to get revenge are very rare. But this opportunity is too good to pass up. Outsider's blood will be spilled tonight. Crawling slowly, the sound of my movements masked by the rain, I pull away from the edge of the broken road and ma

"I have to make sure she doesn't do something crazy she'd regret later." I smirked, spreading my arms wide, awaiting the connection of my feet to the ground. 'You can't stop me. No one can,' I said internally. I landed hero style on the muddy ground, zipping through the bailey, the cool spring breeze whistling past me, seeping into my greasy skin. Yulk, I stink like shit! I need a warm bath...and a lasting mad fuck with my mate. 'Olive!' Orvyn called through the mindlink, chasing my tail, 'I need you to listen to me.'

I hope they call he with results soon, because the suspense is killing me. With Leo unable to come hang out, and my want to see anyone diminish, I decided to head to my car and finish her first journal. I was only to mid-September now, but I was almost done with the journal. Last night had me adding a few too many names to my shit list. I found her journal and quickly picked up from where I left off. Dear future me,. Today is the day we met Ian. He is new, transferring from a public school just like me. We instantly hit it off, being the outcast poor kids. He is funny, and extremely kind. Plus let's not forget he's fucking hot as hell. Hottie with a body.

I jest, “You guys talk about slaughtering others! That’s just crazy talk!” She shouts back, “Meanwhile, your fight song is so long that by the time it’s over, everyone’s fallen asleep!” After we finally decide no more enemy talk at the table, we drift into a more easy-going conversation. Ophelia talks about working at the tavern and how she and her best friend and roommate, Skylar, both ended up out in Nashville. Something about this conversation makes me feel relaxed, which isn’t a feeling I often get on first dates or when surrounded by people outside the football scene.

Me. Cherry looking so fucking beautiful and fuckable hot, My Cherry. I heard whistling. I groaned. I saw all my football friends whistling and hollering at our victim and the girls we were possessing. They are all in with sexy dresses like a fucking hottie slut. My best friends William, Blake, Wyatt, and Ryan are pissed off. I see their fists turning white tightly in their hands. I saw them go up to the girls, grab them, and pull them somewhere private. If I am seeing things, I saw the smirks on the girls'faces when they disappeared with my best friends. Fuck! I was just as pissed off, my hands inside my fists, turning white. She mine.