Novels by quietoutcast

EPILOGUE1 year laterA year had passed by since Aniya's demise. I had returned back to my home, receiving only hugs and apologies from my family. Aunt Fauzia had been bawling with guilt, and I did forgive her, yet the epiphany of knowing what she had really thought of me was too sh

Party and EpiphanyEveryone was enjoying...having fun. Sonia walked up to me with some food on her tray."Want some?" She offered."No, thanks." I wasn't in t

Tuck Shop and MemoriesThree months had passed by since I had come to Islamabad. Suddenly, I was just okay with hiding away. My parents would come to visit often, but I just didn't want to go back home. Uncle Imran and Aunt Aima had been overly kind towards me. They would treat me like their own daughter and so far no one was truly bringing forward the sensitive issues. They respected my decision of not wanting to talk about it, and I was just fine with that. Somehow, I was reaching out of my

New Friends and StoriesMy parents had called me early in the morning. They informed me about all that was going on in my hometown, and I couldn't help but grow forlorn. My sibling was visiting; they couldn't come to Pakistan, during the whole Aniya situation, because of a hurricane warning, but now they were back. It was painful to hear all of them, together. I was missing them so much. Ani Appa and Umer Bhai had no clues about what was

Hiding and KnittingDriving back home, my heart was literally bleeding. The vicious words of Aniya's words had made me realize just how cruel and heartless some people could be. The girls, who were behind this, needed to pay for what they did. I had to get them caught without getting Aniya's memory tainted. That was something that needed to be done.Sighing, I now

CHAPTER 5Bullying and ConfessionWith memories clouding my brain, I walked towards my first class of the day. Suddenly, everyone seemed so cold towards me. There was subtle shoving, whispered gossips, etc. Walking up to my class, I noticed the first group already occupied

The world is full of mysteries and dark haunts.This book comprises of several stories that begin as midnight obsessions and turn completely cruel-twisted. This is about exploring dark minds of psychopaths, having insane detective solve strangest mysteries and learning that sometimes weak minds get so violently wicked that many suffer from their scars. However, this book will also show that not all dark minds don't have a second chance. Sometimes, it is either a female consoling their hearts...realizations or wholesome punishments that change their lives forever.Read and enjoy the tales of dark hearts turning warm for one, deadly psychopaths getting caught in the most insane ways and obsessions finally morphing into adoration for many.

-Swiped from betrayal towards happiness-It was dark, extremely cold, and I had just washed up on the shore of a rather dark island. My limbs, my heart...everything was hurting so bad. I had never seen this coming; having Geena do this to me was so insane. My best friend, the orphan girl who had always been so shy to speak in front of our teachers, who didn't have the heart to hurt a fly, she had been holding such a hideous amount of hurt for me. The disbelief and shock were immense.There was also immense anger at the thought that Geena was going to get away with this betrayal-this deception. I had treated her like my sister, and this was how she had paid back. I couldn't understand what I could have done for her to hold such amount of hate for me. The look she had given me before pushing me off the ship...it was haunting me. I had no idea how I had managed to even survive after almost drowning in the heavy water waves of the ocean...but I so wanted to go back a

Don't leave me. Don't leave my heart so crushed and betrayed.Sonia's POVIt was a grand trip. I had my best friend, Geena, with me, and we were sailing to the shores of Karachi. The air was fresh...and I needed this breather because I had been studying too fervently to pass my teacher's training program. Geena and I...we were best friends since the age of two. I had met her in primary school, took her under my wing when I heard she was an orphan and had my family treat her as my sister. She was the first one who got to know about me getting married in December.This trip was actually meant for both of us to bond before our marriage. We had a few of our cousins travelling with us, and our ship had been booked on special order placed by my father. He wasn't a millionaire or anything, but he had some rich and kind friends.It was night time. And after having everyone sleep, Geena and I decided to walk on the main board of the ship. We were