Two-bit From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

I peeked my head up over my seat and saw two red chips. The stranger interrupted, “Fred, it’s ok, thank you, but she is fine to stay.” “You’re sure Jason?” he said. “Yes, I’m sure Fred.” I looked at both of the men confused, the conductor scanned my phone and walked away. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what’s going on?” I said, “I’ve never noticed the chips and have no idea what they mean.” “You’re fine, really,” he smiled and then began reading the paper again.

On the day of Wendy’s birthday party, even the butler, Matthias, pulled me aside and uttered, “Miss Sasha, you might want to drop out of the party. Your presence might be triggering to Miss Wendy on her happy day.” With a light backpack holding everything I owned, I walked out without a second thought. A contrast to the celebration in the manor, I trudged along the path outside on my own. Not a single soul thought of me. Nevertheless, I strutted on with determination, walking away from the wolves who didn’t care for me. Ahead, many others waited and counted on me. Inside the manor, Wendy wore a ballgown dress and was ready to cut the cake with Allen.

So I grab a notebook from the desk drawer—a pretty, leather-bound thing that smells like money and untapped potential—and start writing. Things I Remember from the Novel (or: My Half-Baked Guide to Not Dying Socially) Anastasia (that’s her name, right?) comes back from Europe in about two weeks. She’s fluent in French, plays the cello, and once rescued a puppy from drowning. Everyone adores her. Lyra—me—gets kicked out shortly after. No scandal. Just “you’ve grown so independent” energy and a disappearing bank account. Ethan Quan = second male lead. Wheelchair. Tragic backstory. Genius. Also, kind of hot? Yeah. Hot.

The stuffy odor of death, cold, mud and rotting leaves entered my nostrils, and made my stomach unsteady with queasiness. We walked up to the bouncers at the front, and as soon as they saw me, they stepped aside. Their sunken orbits looked my way with disgust, but I knew that they weren't brave enough to even hiss in my direction. So I smirked and walked passed them. We entered the building, and everyone took notice, like I expected them to. They parted and cleared the way to a booth area, where I noticed some of the other wolves hung about. We walked through the personal, custom-made path, and no one moved until me, Joshua and Deidran were comfortably seated.

Uno replied. "As she wakes up, her stomach will crave to blood so we must be prepared." its still bloody. "Hey Naked woman." Dos calls to the girl in front of him. "My name is Tangerine, not naked woman!" The answer is mixed with more chills. "Okay, orange, you should tie her with silver cuffs, will you?" Dos Said. "Tangerine is way more different from orange, idiot! You should know the differences between two" She rolled her eyes as she walks inside. "But still fruits right?" Dos asked his brother. He shrugged and then entered the house. "I don't have any silver thing here." The language is Tangerine. "Yea, and you also have no treasure in here yet you have a hundred thousand dresses On yo

It was still night time and Marcus and I were outside standing a few feet apart from each other. The Owls hooted in the distance and crickets chirped in the nearby bushes. “What are we doing?” I asked Marcus, half yelling across the yard to him. He wore a grey jacket over a white shirt and black sweats.

I read it in the chat. 'Reyes is right. This is external noise. Anyone with a problem brings it to me in person or doesn't bring it at all. We're 3-0. Keep it there.' The chat went quiet. The specific quiet of a group chat that had been loud and had suddenly found a reason to pause. I watched the screen. Five seconds. Ten. Then a thumbs up from Ortega. Then Patterson. Then a sophomore safety whose name I was still learning who'd said exactly twelve words all season.

"The grand finale piece is definitely going to be released soon." "I can't wait!" Through the door, I heard ragged breathing from inside, thick with rising desire. The sound was exactly like the nightmare that had haunted me these past few days. "Hey! You can't go in there!" Ignoring the people trying to stop me, I kicked the door open. Inside, Vivian's body was barely covered where it mattered, most of her pale young skin exposed to the air. Julian held the camera in one hand. The fingers of his other hand were still hovering over her skin.

💭 We’re a storm they can’t control. But the hum through the walls grew louder, sharper, closer. Outside, in the shadows of the abandoned district, a figure paused, unseen. Watching. Smiling. Phase Two has begun.

one of the humans yelled, but then the vampire said something to her, compelling her, and she, along with the other humans, went with him peacefully. I looked to the left, and more of The Outsiders were charging into the courtyard. My eyes flared and my fangs protruded as a feral growl erupted from deep within my chest as I took off an Outsiders’ head. He suddenly burst into flames as his body writhed upon the ground. Two more came at me head on, and I ripped out both of their hearts at the same time. Suddenly, orange and red flames erupted from their bodies, leaving a pile of ash behind. A loud growl came from behind me as another charged from behind, but I easily flipped him to the ground,