The Outsiders Preferences Novels & Stories

“Huh. You and Deidre. Like in a room together? Talking?” I get his point. We couldn’t be more different. I’m messy, disorganized, loud, unkempt, and in many ways, unrefined. I’m not upset about it. It’s just who I am. And Deidre is… immaculate. Always put together. Polished. Kind. Intelligent beyond her looks. I prefer black. She prefers white. I prefer alcohol. She prefers tea. The optics aren’t lost on me. “Yup.” “And she hasn’t thrown you out yet?”

“I don’t mind.” “Same.” Her friend, a petite brunette who had been quiet up till now but who’d eyed me like I was a juicy steak since I walked through the door. Talk about annoying pair. Even if I wanted to have a threesome it definitely would not be with these two. Most guys would’ve jumped at the opportunity, but I was already bored with the conversation. Nothing turned me off more than desperation, which reeked stronger than their perfume, Lemon which also pissed me off, I hate lemons.

“I’m not. I just… hate him.” “Sure,” Louisa teased softly. “And you’re glaring at him because you love his personality.” Cynthia rolled her eyes, slamming her locker shut. “Can we not?” But even as they walked away, she couldn’t stop glancing back. The girl, whoever she was looked like she belonged there with him. Polished. Confident. The kind of person who fit into Xavier’s perfect world without breaking a sweat. Cynthia felt like the outsider again the girl who’d been forced into a story she didn’t write.

“Like every Omega.” He gulped and gave me a small nod. “We didn’t find any other Omegas in the dungeon,” he said. “Why were you there?” I clenched my fists and forced myself to breathe. I had to remain calm. I had to answer their questions. That could be my way out of there. “Alpha Patrick and Alpha Peter didn’t like me very much,” I said quietly. “I wasn’t a member of their pack. I was an outsider. They loved to punish me even when I didn’t make mistakes.”

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

"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"

Then, my gaze caught something more interesting: a list of things Icarus liked and hated. I scanned through the file, my brow furrowing as I reached the section detailing his personal preferences. Favorite color: Grey, black, navy blue, brown. No surprises there. Favorite food: Steak. Classic, straightforward—just like him. Then came the list of things he liked: Order, punctuality, classical music, tea, fine whiskey, loyalty. It was an oddly refined mix, strict yet sophisticated. And then his dislikes: Disrespect, lateness, unnecessary small talk, sweet foods...

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.

"Oh he's so handsome Mel look he has the same uniform as that disgusting monster" "Oh yes I hadn't noticed… that means considering the guy with him that he's rich, I never would have thought that this thing could bang such an extraordinary guy… which means that if I too am 'go, will I be spoiled by such a fabulous guy" “It is sure and certain even” “Even if I have a preference for this one … you there my beautiful I want to enter Central High School if you arrange that I forget everything and as a bonus, you become my boyfriend”

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.