The Outsiders Preferences Novels & Stories

“A nanny, you mean!” Precisely. “I prefer paid friend.” Bast corrected. “A ‘paid friend’ is a maid in me bed I can poke.” That imagery is painful. I’d rather be blind. Bast looked horrified. “Yes, this will not be one of those.” Bast shook his head until the image dulled. Quickly changing the subject. “Any preferences in character?” “Yea.” Mardichi announced. “Short, fat, an’ slow. So, I may readily leave ’im be’ind.”

“I do, but let’s just say we will never get along, Lexi. I’m a dog person, and you’re a cat person.” “I know…” I said, recalling all the women calling him, asking if he wanted to go out with them to attend parties. “You love to party, and I don’t.” “I’m not really much into reading.” He walked closer to me. “I like hiking and swimming. Outdoor activities.” He lowered his head to brush his lips into mine. “But if I’m a dog, I want to imprint on you and follow you around.” I sighed, reaching for his mouth and nibbling his bottom lip playfully. “I hate to admit it, but if I’m a cat, I want you to become my favorite person.”

“You need help. You’re a grown man with all this and you never went to get help?” Odin shrugged as if he didn’t know what to say. “How come you never told me you crushed on me in school and got bullied for it?” Anderson blurted it out, his cheeks red as he stared at his childhood friend. His own face reddening, Odin avoided his gaze, “why would I? You’re not like me, Anderson. You only like women. I like both, actually, there isn’t much I don’t like. I could fuck a knot in a tree if the tree was pretty enough. I like pretty things.”

Raine POV I wandered aimlessly after school, I can't go home now because I don't have the patience and strength to take my mum and sister piercing gaze and their sniding remark that I'm yet to feel my wolf. I just can't, I might snap at mum, and that will make dad really disappointed in me. There is only one place to go that will welcome me with open arms. “The Nightshade forest” I hated the pack’s territory. Hated the way everyone looked at me. Hated the way even the air felt suffocating.

I nodded, "Fine, do you have anything on him, anything that'd help in knowing what he likes?" "I mailed you his profile. Just a tip, his favorite color is red." "You got it, boss." I went back to my place, and read his profile. What he liked, what he disliked. From what I gathered about him, he liked being praised and he liked bold women in skimpy outfits. He was a boob guy, so deep neck it is, and he was a bit handsy with the woman he had been with, okay, not a bit but a lot handsy.

"I will only mate with Lyla." He turned to look at the girl sitting at a side table. My half-sister. The Alpha's bastard. She wore a white dress, the very picture of purity and innocence. "Lyla is more worthy of becoming a true Luna," Lukas said, his voice dripping with contempt. "At least she wouldn't stand by and watch her own sister die." My heart stopped. He had been reborn, too. Memories of my past life crashed down on me. In my first life, I chose Lukas, the strongest and most handsome Alpha.

Any man with functioning eyesight would notice the symmetry of his face and the golden sheen of his skin. Furthermore, I am not attracted to men. That is disgusting. People with such proclivities are unnatural. The parameters of my preferences were set a long time ago. Softness, curves, and quiet compliance. That's what provides a temporary distraction. Oliver's a collection of sharp angles, razor-edged sarcasm, and chaotic noise. He represents everything I actively avoid in my personal life. "If the numbers are too difficult for you," Oliver continues, his British accent rolling through the quiet room like velvet wrapped around a blade, "You could always let me take a look. I decipher compl

Delmar retorted. “But maybe we are afraid,” Matheus added. “I mean, look at us, we know next to nothing about Outsiders; what kind of people they are, how they think,” he looked Delmar directly in the eyes as he repeated Rowan’s previous words to him. “or what their weaknesses are.” Delmar narrowed his eyes at Matheus as he listened intently. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying that in all the time we’ve been stuck in this nightmare, we’ve never learned a thing about the Outsiders. Well, Delmar, now we have one.”

He countered and I frowned. “And do you know that?” I scoffed and he started laying out all my preferences, “Your favorite color is Purple with a touch of white which is also your second choice, you prefer wearing silver over gold. You like sugar but you hate to admit it and you watch horror for the thrill, you might be a helpless romantic but you are a tough businesswoman with a ruthless streak you hide so well, if can do something you either find someone who can help or you go all in” He smirked at my stunned reaction. “What... You don't know what you are saying” I whispered and tried to convince myself to forget that he just mentioned all the facts about me when I hardly knew the guy.

Since then one of the girls or Derrick had been the only ones allowed to enter the house when he had not been home. Jarrett loved chewing peanuts or sunflower seeds when he had not been able to crack open any peanuts. He often left a good deal of trash near his chair and empty beer bottles. He liked his steak, which was always his preferred choice medium rare, and his eggs sunny side up. A working man all his life, he mostly did just that aside from his other pastime of chasing loose women, usually blondes, and indulging his drinking habit.