The Outsiders Socs Novels & Stories

While most of them have fled, there are still a few inside, trying desperately to help others who have been buried. My hand still sizzling, I shake it off and pull it back. About to reach in and pull out some more wires, I stop when I hear Dr. Cho screams. It wasn't her gloating but her being taken by surprise. Looking out, I see the four OutCasts charging toward me. "They sure took their time," I think as I reach in.

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Eight: Striking Fear The cold night air hit Sofia’s face as she and Aaron exited the warehouse. The distant sound of sirens echoed in the background, but they weren’t concerned. Lucas had orchestrated the scene perfectly—emergency services were redirected to a decoy site across the district. They had all the time they needed to secure their victory.

“He knocked you out so that they could abduct, um– what’s her name again? Oh, Yes, so that they could abduct, Wen–Wendy! Your girlfriend Wendy.” “So, are Chinese dudes, now working for the Outsiders?” Willy asked scratching his chin thoughtfully. “Not exactly, the Chinese man was a sophisticated version of the Outsiders known as the Collaborators,” Oswald the Stranger grinned at Willy darkly. Oswald wasn’t telling the whole exact truth there, about the Collaborators, who were also just low scums, just like those Outsiders. Let Willy find that out for himself. Suddenly Willy felt a deep frantic fear: A profound fear.

There's also the two-million-dollar sponsorship fee for your high school, the seven-thousand-dollar shoes you had on, and the 80-thousand-dollar piano in the room—all these were bought with my money. I continued, "When you go around flaunting yourself as the scion of the Lewis Corporation, have you forgotten that the Lewis family had gone bankrupt when you were 13? You've felt what it's like sleeping on the streets too. "So, you'd better put away that look of disdain, or I won't hesitate to ask for your family to pay me back everything." Fable's expression fell. However, he refused to budge and remained stubborn. "You're really calculating! It's just money. Madie can earn them too. You're no

I suppose given time their colors would possibly show but until then I will attempt to believe that this Cyrus guy was decent. I set my apartment keys on the kitchen table and hoped that Jem wasn’t going to move them by morning. Why was my life so strange and complicated when it came to the paranormal shit? Why did this happen to me? Of all people, why me? I hardly had any friends to really enjoy a decent day with and when I told them about my ability to “See” the other side. They ended up never speaking to me ever again. It hurt but like all other things I moved on. I hated being alone in all this and not having somebody to talk to about these strange and weird situations. To have someone r

“Who said I’m taking it as mine? Ireregalo ko siya sa isang tao.” The guy laughed in return. “Hay nako. Hindi ko na kailanga’ng hulaan kung sino.” He shook his head. “But I don’t think your lifetime crush will accept this. At higit sa lahat,” he breathed out, “aanhin ni Devon ang kabayo?” Now, these strangers are planning to take me as a present for someone who is an equal stranger. These lower beings . . . ! Once I turn into my real self, I will devour them with no fail!

The girl, probably called Sades, starts, "I was so. Fucking. Close! But the guys who assaulted Georgia are on that same street like we are destined to meet, and shit and, well, hell breaks loose! If I got to be honest, I'd rather die in a trash container than be assaulted by them. I, myself, am self-certified trash, and I just met my cousins." "Well, if I got to be honest," The guy beside me, the one with the hoodie, jumped into the conversation. "I can imagine you talking to the trash bags." "Because I do?" Sades said. "You don't have to imagine shit, Austin. Imagining leads to you not knowing me that well. Instead, you should just think I do it." "Yeah, Aust! You don't know shit about Sadi

Raine POV The world had already decided my place. At the bottom. Whispers followed me like shadows as I walked down the crowded school hallway of bloodmoon academy, the weight of stares burning into my back. I knew what they were saying. I'd heard it all before. "That’s her… the wolfless girl." "She shouldn’t even be in this school." "What kind of werewolf doesn’t have a wolf?" Each word was a dagger, sharpened by years of disappointment—not just from my classmates, but from the entire pack.

I flinched at his words, the weight of them settling over me like a heavy chain. “Do you know what happens to people who can’t pay their debts, Sophia?” he continued, his voice calm but cold. “They don’t get to walk away. They’re sold off, dragged into places you can’t imagine. Underground casinos, private auctions… You wouldn’t last a day.” Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as his words sank in. He wasn’t lying. I knew what happened to people who couldn’t pay their debts, and the thought of being dragged back into that world made my stomach churn.

"Are you really going through with this?" I leaned back in the chair. "I'm only taking what's mine. Not a cent more. From now on, whatever happens to them has nothing to do with me." … Three days later, I hadn't received a single cent. Instead, Sophie and Olivia showed up at my company. They looked haggard and had dark circles under their eyes. Olivia, who had always been sharp-tongued, rushed toward me the moment she saw me.