Chapter 4 Outsiders の小説・ストーリー

Chapter 15 A girl was seen walking in haste barefooted on the cold tiled road towards an unknown destination under the heavy pouring rain. From a glance one could tell she was miserable , the cars drove passed her speedily not caring to stop and help her... "That the world we live in anyway, Heartless!. People trying to mind their business I guess" Heather's pov "I finally had enough ,I won't continue to be the trashbag you all walk over " I shrieked angrily as my painful tears were hurriedly washed away by the heavy rain.

Chapter 11 Charity POV Since going home wasn't an option for me at the moment, I headed to the park where I will be able to clear my head and maybe go home later. As I walked to the Park, people kept throwing glances at me and some of them were making comments because of how horrible I looked. I should wash myself and change my clothes, but I couldn't even think of that.

Not only did I become an outcast but I was also treated like a slave. AN: FOUR MORE CHAPTERS FOR TODAY. I'LL UPDATE THIS BOOK WITH FIVE CHAPTERS EVERY THREE DAYS. LEAVE YOUR AMAZING COMMENTS AND CRITIQUES, I WANT TO READ THEM

- End of Chapter 43: Hope -

"Madam, I was wrong. Actually, what I said just now was false. I am living a life that is worse than pigs and dogs. Sometimes, Mike did not even have a meal before Fifi took revenge on him. He didn't care about me at all. Henmy didn't care about me except for forcing me to ask for money. Mike occasionally gave me some money, but that money was snatched away by Henmy. I want to earn money to support myself, but I am a cripple and can't earn money at all. Sometimes, I eat a meal and don't know where to eat next. "I'm not living in too much pain, thinking that you're in more pain than I am. That's why I pretended to be such a beast in front of you. I can't see that everyone is better than me, s

it isn't that hard. This will be in a sequence thing, going through the 4 (or more) people she has actual crushes on in the hunters (including everyone) gang. First up, is the bad boy gang leader, ajax Crawford. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.....

Both of them plotting against Diego — the one person who had bled for me, shielded me, when everyone else turned away. And still, I said nothing. I backed away, each step careful, deliberate, until the voices dulled into the night. My hands shook violently, the glass of water still clenched in one. It slipped, shattering against the tiles, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. All I could hear were their voices. Their plan. Their betrayal. And I knew — whatever came next, I would never look at Sage or Alvin the same way again. A sudden creak of the back door snapped my head around. The shadows shifted. A figure moved closer from the darkened yard, tall, broad, carrying an unmistakable pre

Outsiders only saw her smiling as she waved her butt and crawled to the ground to pick up the bills while still laughing happily, and immediately thought that her smiling face was her ugly appearance, Did outsiders know to ask her "Ashley, why did you do that"? Ashley, did she not feel pain? At this moment, Meadow extremely hated herself, then resented Milan… Ashley had torn her hope apart, Meadow did not dare to think, under that calm face, at this moment, what kind of pain was hidden, how much effort was needed, to endure the pain shown through that calm appearance.

Chapter 45: The Hollow Victory Author POV Chad stood in front of the burned pack house not long after sunrise. Smoke continued to rise from the charred beams, spreading the pungent smell of ashes and hopelessness. He inhaled it, allowing it to occupy his lungs. The flavor resembled failure. Pack members moved around him stealthily, resembling ghosts. They had empty eyes and moved in a robotic way. They removed rubble and cared for the injured, but their actions lacked vitality. The assault had caused more than just the destruction of their residence. Their feeling of safety had been completely destroyed.

Chapter 48 Leila's pov I huddled in the corner, my back pressed against the cold, unforgiving concrete with my eyes squeezed shut. The air was thick with the silence of fear, punctuated only by the rhythmic thump of my own heart. I had no idea just how long I had been here. Time was a cruel illusion, a fractured mirror reflecting my broken spirit. My mind, once a vibrant tapestry of dreams and aspirations, was now a desolate wasteland, choked by the weeds of despair. Memories, once comforting, now stabbed at me like shards of glass. The betrayal, the deception, the hollow promises once made whispered in the dark.