The Outsiders Preferences Novels & Stories

she was saying this since he wouldn't open the door and let her go. He stops what he was doing and gave her a stare, he was probably in disbelief that she wanted to go back to that place. He thought for a second if he should let her go back but didn't know how to, she wasn't going to listen to him. That area she lived in was a home for thugs, how did she even choose that place he wondered what could be done and finally comes up with an idea.

Louis POV. Damn Laura, she and her minions got me yet again into troubles. I didn't dare telling mommy this time, I don't like standing in a corner, I felt stupid. I wish she was here to hold me, but she can't, ughhhh... I don't feel like going to school today, I want to skip seeing Laura even if it's just for the day. How can someone be this pretty from the outside but hideous in the inside. I won't lie she might have a perfect body and skin, but her heart is coal black as is her soul.

"But that's the thing Wilder you don't find any women attractive, and since you have a thigh fetish you prefer a men's thigh instead of a women's" "no I don't!" He defended. “Well have you ever touched a women's thigh before?" This question caught Wilder off guard. 'I've only touched Nikolai’s and Malik’s ... what the fuck!? I gotta touch a girl's thigh before- wait no ew ew no I find it gross touching a women's thigh' "You have a point Nikolai , but-" "Look Malik is a bottom, and bottoms love it when-" "I don't care, don't tell me what they like and what they don't like"

“Why forestry?” “Osiston? Nickolas? Did you guys get all of that?” Mina asks over the link as I divide my attention talking about how much I love being outside and the warriors discussing next steps. “You strike me as an outdoors kind of girl. I’m actually surprised you made it through lectures. You look like you are going to crawl out of your skin just sitting there.” “I do not! I actually enjoy classes and learning, but you’re right, I prefer being out here.”

Oliver Lewis was a quiet person. He preferred silence than be in loud places and with loud people. He made it clear to everyone that he wanted to be alone, doing his business, and everybody respected his choice, they all let him do what he wanted, except for one person. “Hey there, gorgeous!” Oliver remained calm despite an arm wrapped around his shoulders. He continued reading his textbook, understanding every sentence, and coming up with answers to his assignments. He could not care less about anyone, especially a certain person who kept making his quiet life miserable.

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, I added, "I only changed my preference to suit you. Every time I ate it, I wanted to throw up." "You could've just told me if you didn't like it! There was no need to force yourself. I had no idea you didn't like it sweet." I scoffed. "Oh, there are plenty of things I don't like. Which one of them have you ever changed?" "Perfume, I've told you before, I don't like strong scents. "And this bag. When have you ever seen me carrying an ugly, expensive brand like this?" If this had been the old me, I would have been overjoyed that Ethan was even paying me half this attention.

He shook his head, “I pick her, she’ll never make it, already looks too high maintenance, and yea the brown-haired chubby guy.” We leaned against the canteen wall and watched as they all walked towards the barracks, the sound of chuckling came from next to me, “she reminds me of what our Alpha’s preferences used to be,” Oscar side eyed me. I pushed off the wall, “so, what’s that got to do with me,” I shrugged as I walked past him and into the canteen.

“Okay. My favorite color is blue. I like waist chains and anklets—” “I know,” Trevor interrupted calmly. Claudia blinked. “Really?” Trevor didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned back slightly, his voice suddenly shifting into something precise. “You like Doja Cat. Your favorite food is fried chicken sandwich and macaroni cheese. You like chocolate waffles. You hate rainy days because of thunderstorms. You dislike bullying. You hate weakness. And you like Tom Ford perfume.” He paused slightly. “Should I continue?” Silence. Claudia stared at him, completely stunned.

6'0"- 6’8 What hair colour are you attracted to? Brunette. What eye colour are you attracted to? Brown. What Personality traits are you attracted to? Introverted. What sexual preferences are you looking for in a partner? Gagging, Rough and Hardcore sex. I take in a deep and nervous breath, patiently waiting for the system to choose a user that matches my prefaces. It takes about five minutes before someone is finally recommended. “TheBeastPreysOnYou.” There is a frown on my face as I read out the username that sounds so out of it. The mention of the beast reminds me of a certain someone. A certain man that I hope to kill someday. Keiran.

I pick myself up, brush off the mud caking my knees and keep running, pushing past ferns, brushing spiderwebs from my face and occasionally slapping myself in panic when one of those spiders decides to play peekaboo. I may be a shifter but I hate the outdoors. I would choose playing PlayStation in my bedroom over the outdoors anytime. Drake. That smug, hair-gelled traitor. Ezra should never have trusted him. But nooo. “Drake’s tactical,” Ezra said. “Drake’s efficient,” he said. “Drake has nice abs,” probably. “He smells like expired shampoo and cheap perfume,” I mutter under my breath, stumbling over another root. “I told you he was suspicious.”