Two-bit From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

“The one guy got three years, and he served less than half-that. The others got shorter sentences, and were out even sooner.” “They’re in Denver?” “Maybe. They – what happened took place in the mountains, just outside the city. They may still be around.” “I need their names, Olivia. I need to find them.” She nodded. “I’ll write them down for you.” She hesitated. “Can we leave it there for now? See what you find out?” “Yeah,” he said. “If they’re gone or dead or whatever, I see no need to take it any farther. I’m just trying to cross them off the suspect list, and as soon as I do that, I’ll let it go.”

They managed to cut him off as he and Malachai readied themselves to fight. The Outsider engaging Delmar was not wielding any sword or bladed weapon. Instead, he attacked Delmar with a long, rusty shovel. With a sharp cry, he swung the shovel at Delmar’s head. Delmar managed to duck in time to feel the wind of the shovel as it passed over his head. By the time he regained his stance, the Outsider turned himself around and jabbed at Delmar’s stomach with the other end of the rusty tool. Delmar grunted and mistakenly dropped his weapons again. The jab knocked him back a few steps, but Delmar managed to snatch hold of the shovel’s handle. He pulled his opponent toward him and the two of them be

Sheesh, and people tell me I’m smart. Leaning on the door, I peek outside the tiny rectangular window, surveying the area. I notice a little green bench right outside the door. Musing to myself, I could wait there and if I see someone I need to hide from duck back in the stairwell. Or I could just back away from the door and wait. Lost because of my indecisiveness, I grab out my phone and text Mia, cursing myself for not thinking about communicating with them earlier. A message that failed to send immediately pops up with an obnoxious red exclamation mark. Damn it. Zero service, which makes no sense. This is the rich people's floor! They have businesses to run and I have room to break into.

I fought back, wild and desperate, but she was stronger; she had a wolf that was far stronger than my strength. At last, my body betrayed me. My knees buckled, blood dripping into my eyes. My breaths came in shallow rasps. The garden spun, the stars above blurring into streaks of silver. Lady Soniya crouched over me, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back until our eyes locked. “Listen well, little rat. This is your final warning. You are never to set foot in Bloodpine again. If you do, I will finish what I began with your mother.”

Anita’s face turned crimson, her mouth opening and closing as she searched for a retort. But Alice didn’t wait for one. Straightening her posture, she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and walked past Anita without another glance, her heels clicking confidently against the polished floor. Behind her, she could hear Anita muttering angrily under her breath, but Alice didn’t care. For the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of power in her corner of this twisted game. From the shadows of the staircase, Daniel had been a silent observer of the confrontation between Alice and Anita. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but as he turned a corner, the sharp tone of Anita’s voice had drawn his a

She patted the swell on the pocket of her jeans where her phone hid. "I will count down from sixty. When I get to thirty, and you haven't said anything, I will start chopping off your fingers and toes. One by one." She twirled her knife. "You fucking pu..." "Sixty..." She began. "Fifty..." She continued. "You fucking puta..." Santoz cursed, his face red with anger at her mode of counting. "Forty..." "They are in the the two branches of Tryst Haven in Wellesley and Elmore city in Oklahoma ."

DARE'S POV The rain hammered the windshield as my driver navigated the winding roads toward Finn’s secluded townhouse on the outskirts of London. My blood still boiled from the confrontation in my father’s study. Victor’s threats echoed like a death knell— send her away—and Julian’s smug face haunted every shadow. I needed clarity, strategy, and someone who understood the machine I was trapped in without being another cog in Victor’s wheel. Finn Carlisle had been that someone since Spain. My right hand. My brother in arms through the darkest deals and sleepless nights. He opened the door before I could knock, his sharp eyes reading my expression instantly.

No one thought it absurd for a rat to be at the table, nor did they see anything wrong with me being exiled to that distant corner. I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and wordlessly dragged my chair back to the cold, shadowy edge. At the table, the discussion ranged from the company Fabio had just acquired, Luca's plan to win gold at next month's competition abroad, and Francesca's upcoming fan meet-and-greet, to some secrets of the underworld. No one spared me a glance. In front of me was a plate of cold, hard spaghetti. The nearest dish was well beyond my reach. I turned my head and looked pleadingly at the household staff standing by in attendance, signaling her with my eyes to help

But unfortunately, I didn't get to be in his team. "Whatcha thinking about?" Megan asked "Just feeling sorry for Skinny over there. He'll be dead in less than a minute" "He's already dead" Then I looked and saw that Skinny's head had been bitten off by Tara, one of the contestants. She'd shifted and then given Skinny the fatal blow. I looked at her and she stared at me straight in the eyes. "Sad stuff" I murmured "Hehe, now she's gonna get it" Megan chuckled "What?" "Look"

David said. "I thought I sounded convincing," Stephanie finally dropped the act. "Well, since you've caught me, time to open up. I am here for you. Here to win you back. And I'll be successful. You can try to get me transferred or even fired, but I will win you back, David. I will," Stephanie said. "Why should I pick up someone's leftovers? It is basically trash," David said. "But you picked up my leftovers. Avery. She was my leftover, don't you know?" Stephanie grinned.