The Outsiders Socs Novels & Stories

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

Both Ashford and Vanderbilt were easy to recognize, but it was the family name Chen that rendered me speechless. The only other outcast in the school full of the elite was an untouchable, a descendant of the Original Pack. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ When I sat down at the lunch table that afternoon, I said nothing about what I’d seen in the hallway or what I learned in class. Ignoring Olive as she narrowed her heavily lined eyes in my direction, I pulled out the Tupperware container of cupcakes and made a show of frowning at it. After a brief inspection of the two pastries inside, I turned and met her eyes of im

They could see evidence of poverty and neglect everywhere, from the boarded-up windows to the graffiti covering the walls. Despite being surrounded by the bright lights and sophistication of the city, They felt like they were in a place that had been forgotten. It was as if this one street was a pocket of poverty and desperation, isolated from the rest of the world. As they continued down the street, Sophia couldn't shake the feeling that they were an outsider in a place where they didn't belong. The residents of the street seemed wary of outsiders, and she could sense their distrust and suspicion. Despite the striking contrast to the rest of the city, this one street was a world unto itself

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.

Gable gave a sharp, judgmental sniff, her eyes scanning my oversized green hoodie and paint-splattered jeans before she turned on her heel and walked out of the feed room. ​I let out a long breath, leaning my forehead against a cool metal sack of grain. ​Welcome to Oakridge—a small town where the grass was perfectly manicured, the country club memberships cost more than my mother made in a year as a nurse, and I was currently ranking as the town’s premier invisible nobody. At seventeen, my track record was flawlessly tragic: No boyfriend, no first kiss, a dad who skipped town years ago, and a younger sister, Lizzy, who treated me like a highly contagious disease whenever we were within fifty

"I mean, let's be realistic here, a man like him didn't deserve a woman like her." His words echoed through the classroom, amplifying the harsh reality of Josh's social standing. The other students nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with a mix hatred and disdain as they looked at Josh . They saw Josh as an outsider, a boy from the wrong side of the tracks, unworthy of the beautiful and popular Kathy. Not only was he unworthy of dating Kathy, he was also unworthy of going to the same college with them. I'm glad she finally dumped his ass," chimed in another girl, her voice laced with disdain. "Honestly, I never understood why someone like her would date a street rat like him.”

"He needs to know who he is, where he comes from. He's the next Alpha, he deserves luxury, not this... this hovel. How can you live in a dump like this?” Savannah flinched but stopped herself from giving excuses that it wasn’t her fault that the flat was a mess—it seemed like a lifetime ago that she had flown out of the door to drop at school, and continue on to work. Yesterday’s breakfast dishes were still piled up in the sink and the clothes-rack was spilling with a selection of her underwear. Zhao was still glancing around the room with a faint of disbelief, his lips curling in disgust and she wished he would disappear. She hated him seeing how she lived. :”It’s not the best living condit

Four bikers carry it on their shoulders, the SOC logo is etched deep into the polished surface. Then my eyes finally land on the one person I’ve sworn to prove wrong—Matt. He turns and our eyes lock.