The Outsiders Preferences Novels & Stories

Harvard at 16, MBA by 20, five patents to his name before 25, and a list of business acquisitions that read like a who's who of global corporations I suddenly felt very ordinary in comparison. Maybe I should memorize some of these achievements for the inevitable social comparisons that would come my way as Mrs. Carter. The fourth page transitioned to his food preferences, and I had to laugh. Two full pages dedicated to Aiden Carter's palette? Lucas was nothing if not thorough. "Dislikes sweet, sour, spicy, and bitter foods. Prefers mild flavors." I frowned. "What does that even leave? No wonder he's so grumpy – he basically hates everything tasty."

"I prefer real men." Aah. Peyton was one of those chicks who wanted a bad boy to take home to piss off her parents. I'd bet money she didn't get her trust fund until she married, and bringing someone like me to meet the family would virtually ensure that got changed to prevent her from breaking the social-class boundaries.

There was something off about him, something dark and unsettling that just got my back up. "Then I am afraid we are out of options." I declared, crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt to show my size and strength, something I knew I had achieved by the way my muscles popped when I tensed. With a pat on my biceps, he pushed past me, pausing at my side to look at me, his tone deathly low. "Not my type, big fella... I prefer them smaller.. petite, preferably blonde and without a dick!" He winked and headed over to my Mother, who seemed oblivious.

CHARLOTTE'S POV I felt their eyes on me, mocking me. Their gazes were full of disdain, mockery, and disgust. I wanted to shrink up and hide somewhere where no one would ever find me. “You're ugly.” No, Owen said I'm not. “Who would love a girl like you with ugly scars?” Owen said I was perfect. He said he loved me. “He will dump you soon.” He- he won't. Right? “You don't deserve him!”

I just don't want her being with her boyfriend in that kind of clothing. But damn, Ming hates me. I wish I could ask her out but I just know that I stand no chance. I'm just a nobody and she is... she is perfect. She is everybody's dream girl and I think she's straight, which is so fucking unfortunate of me. But I just wonder if why she never had a boyfriend before. Maybe there's a chance that she's gay? Mmhm, I should find that out. As I continued walking on the sidewalk, I noticed that there are very few vehicles that are running on the highway while almost no people are walking on the streets.

He decided he'd just let Emma receive the bulk of attention and that was perfectly fine to him. Besides, why should anyone celebrate him? He was some kind of sexual pervert having, what he should think were disgusting thoughts about the girl he's always considered to be his second sister. Only, he didn't think his thoughts were disgusting if he were being honest with himself. He wanted his thoughts to become reality, he wanted that more than anything he'd ever wanted before. He didn't have long to grapple with these thoughts as the steady stream of girls hopeful to become Luna continued. Ethan decided watching the disappointment on the faces of these girls, many of whom he'd been intimate wi

I cleared my throat, "I think you are one of those players in high school who use a girl every week, get her into bed and throw her out of your lives the next day. But when it comes to your sister, if you want you'll literally shove any man six feet under who so much as looks at her. And I clearly hate such men." He smirked. What was with everyone smirking nowadays? "I think that describes me perfectly, except that I don't have a sister to protect. But I'm not so bad, you know. You hurt me. Ouch." "It was intended to." "Whatever. Favourite flavour?" "Vanilla." "Movie?" "Twilight and Percy Jackson." "Ew Twilight... seriously?" "Seriously." "Who do you find hot in our school?" "Me." "You are h

“Have I told you that I love your scar? It makes you look fierce, like someone nobody messes with.” I chuckle. “I’ve heard of girls finding guys with scars hot, but I didn’t expect to find the opposite.” “Well, now you have,” he says softly. “I think you look freaking badass.” I smile up at him, feeling my heart swell with affection. “You’re really sweet, you know that, right?” He grimaces. “Only with you...I really don’t like people. I’m extremely anti-social and prefer to spend my days either by the lake or in my lab...not that I will ever return to my lab unless you’re fine with it.”

He smirked down at me cockily. “You like the color violet. Your favorite song at the moment is Often by The Weeknd. Your favorite show is The Vampire Diaries. You don’t have a favorite sport, but your favorite book is 50 Shades of Grey. Kinky.” He listed them, making me feel mortified at the last one. His amused expression then turned dry. “You also favor that Christian guy.” He scowled at the ground. For a moment, I thanked the Lord that he was just a character because I had no doubt that Zaliver would have killed him if he was real. Hashtag Team Grey. Sorry Zaliver.

He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other