The Outsiders Preferences Novels & Stories

So tell me about yourself I ask him He looks a little taken back but answers "I like the Color Burgundy, my favorite food is Pizza, favorite thing to do kill people, no siblings, Antonio is my best friend, and I hate my father and you will see why soon. Oh and don't start with the whole you shouldn't kill good girl bullshit," "Let's get one thing clear Not a good girl next thing do the people you kill deserve it I ask don't really care if they do or not but I still asked.

Ignoring my warning, he kneeled and addressed Olivia. "Hi, I am Zaiden Smith. I am sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I am 21, 6'2", 230 lbs, I want to become a doctor. My favourite colour is blue, I love football, basketball, and baseball. Though I am not good at any of them. My parents are dead, it's a long story. Will tell you later. My favourite foods are cheeseburgers, fried chicken, steak, baked potatoes and broccoli, my favourite dessert is chocolate cake, I hate raisins. I can't seem to shut up, I know I'm rambling, but you smell so damn good, like lilac and roses. I don't know why I am telling you everything about myself, but I can't seem to stop. I want to know everything about you

Part of our family. I have always known Dahlia would of wanted a bigger family. She didn't get much attention as a kid, and it was like that until she moved and well ya know. Became an assassin. She basically was a nobody and then scared the shit out of everybody. She has never liked attention, she was the outsider in our old school, she didn't fit in, she didn't belong there. To many idiots. Myself included. I was an idiot, towards everybody, hell even towards my own flesh and blood. I was a complete dick.

I looked at him for a moment before I decided to just say fuck it. “Can I say something?” I asked. “You usually do regardless,” he said with a huff, and went back to the folder. “Nora has her own personality,” I said. “She has things she likes and things she doesn’t like, and a lot of it doesn’t match what you’ve decided she should be. She likes being outside. She likes running and climbing and getting dirty. She likes her overalls because she can move in them without worrying about ruining something.”

“Half of them are fat, the other half are balding. And none of them are even close to being an Alpha King, so there’s that.” “Oh, they’re not all bad,” one of the other girls, Penny, pointed out. “There are plenty of handsome, nice men here tonight. And besides, who cares if they’re overweight or balding? It’s what’s on the inside that counts.” Sophia merely flashed Penny a withering glare. Penny snapped her mouth shut, face reddening, and didn’t say another word. “No. I want Alex,” Sophia said. “And I know he wants me, deep down. Maybe he’s scared, or intimidated, or—”

They worked as partners in a debate, and became friends ever since. Another girl is Cynthia, who prefers to be called 'C'. She is bold and daring, while Serra is reserved and shy. Cynthia prefers to wear all black gothic outfits, which labelled her as a freak. But Serra never once thought that Cynthia was a freak. She is smart and outspoken. Once Serra helped the girl when she twisted her ankle. Ever since, Cynthia seems to like Serra. Apart from those two, Serra barely speaks with anyone else.

“At least you’re an Alpha’s son, right? I know a bunch of Lycan girls who are totally into you. Why would you hang with her anyway?” Odin turned to them, his voice cool and sharp. “Not everyone judges people by bloodline and status. I happen to like Riley. And I’m not interested in some shallow little princesses.” My heart skipped a beat. Then it completely lost its rhythm. Did…did he just say he liked me?! Camila’s face turned a red with anger. “Shallow?! God you and Riley are both so pathetic. They shouldn’t have even let you two in here.” “Yeah, get out,” Layla snapped. “We don’t want to shop with two tramps.”

From the beginning, i had been different, even as a young boy, so when i haf forged a new path by myself , i had vowed to take those that no one wanted. I always found value in things no one else liked. Opening the folder, i saw Olive’s picture. This was taken from her high school yearbook several years ago, and i saw a little note stating that she didn’t like her picture taken. At eighteen years old, she looked … sad, almost empty inside. Most eighteen year olds were full of life and happy about finally finding mates and the things eighteen year olds think about. But not Olive. She had been hurt. I didn’t like packs that inflicted pain on others. There of course was a line that i accepted.

“I heard that barbecue is outside sir , Miss Desiree told me about it!” “Yeah sure you can go!” I willingly agreed. I knew he was trying to give me space so I could see these things myself but isn't he a hacker, wouldn't he hack everything? Some way somehow I trust ed Oliver that he wouldn't do I think he is way too experienced to be invested in things like that. He got up with a smile on his lips and he dashed out . “Why is he very shy?” I muttered to myself, noticing how he laid his head low making his way outside.