A Banished Odd-jobber Starts A New Life Romane & Geschichten

I didn’t want to wait long to be able to show them I can be useful and trusted since that terrible trouble that lead to my banisment. Now that I knew where to find my nephew I had the boys take me back to my home. It was in the upper east side of town. I still had money when I left and just made more since and I’ve been good just very homesick. I have always wondered who took over my job, but yet I didn’t want to know. It was late afternoon when two groups came back with nothing to report and I wasn’t happy. So I sent them back out to look in a few other places. Another hour went by and my other group came back with a person tied up and mouth taped shut. This must be good, I thought.

Aaron thought he could walk away unscathed, but he didn't expect that this incident would blow up online. He searched long and hard for a job, but no companies were willing to hire him. Later, he ended up as someone else's gigolo. When our classmates told me about it, I wasn't surprised at all. After all, the love of his life was money. Besides, he was used to living a carefree life with Shayla. There was no way he would return to the suburbs willingly. Alas, Aaron got unlucky.

When I returned to my drafty little shack, it felt even emptier than usual—probably because all my belongings were gone. The rogue overseeing my work leaned against the doorframe with a grin wide enough to show off his crooked fangs. “Miss Julia, no more mucking stalls for you. Fancy servants from Midnight Ridge Pack came by and cleared out your things. They’ve sent it all to the Allison Hotel.” “You should go stay there.” I glanced around the tiny shack one last time, taking in the broken window patched with cloth, the battered cot, and the faint stench of damp hay. This place had been my home for five long years.

One of them threw a few sets of clean clothes at my feet, his tone laced with disdain. I forced my eyes open from exhaustion and stared at the clothes on the ground, feeling momentarily dazed. Leave? Leave for where? My thoughts spiraled out of control and drifted back into the past. Half a year. It had been a full six months since I'd been imprisoned in this hellish illegal factory. I was forced to work 16 hours every day. My hands were covered in thick calluses. The skin on my fingertips were cracked and bleeding. The foremen here beat and cursed at us trafficked workers as if we weren't human. We were just tools in their eyes.

“Thank you for your help, young lady. May God reward your kindness. I’m sorry I don’t have anything to give you.” “It’s okay.” “If you ever get lost on our island in Maine, just let me know, and I’ll catch some big fish for you,” he promised her. He had been a fisherman on the island but left when he was lured by acquaintances into construction work. Unfortunately, he didn’t last long there due to the layoffs. Now, he decided to return home, where his family was, even if life there was difficult. Little did she expect that her encounter with the man named Nicolas would lead her to find a beautiful place to start anew. She accompanied Nicolas to Maine. When she found the place appealing, she

Like I wasn’t just on a plane earlier today. The gay auctioneer gasped and the disgust in his eyes was quickly replaced with concern. “Oh, my dear! You’re too beautiful to be a beggar! Are you homeless?” I sniffed and nodded. I don’t really look like a beggar with my ivory pale skin but I’m glad he took the bait. “P-Please…I was fired from my job a-and,” I paused to let a tear trickle down my right cheek, “I don’t have a place t-to stay anymore and—“

"'We were banished from our pack and has been accused by the sins we didn't commit in the castle and are looking for a new life. Would you be willing to help us?' "Sir?" The old man looked them up and down, and then nodded. "I can help you,"he said, but you have to work for it. You will have to prove yourselves." Riana smiled and nodded. She looked up at Alpha Killian, and he tightened his grip on her hand. "We can do that,"Alpha Killian said. "We're ready." The old man smiled. "Very well. Welcome to your new life."

Sylvia Fenris’ POV ************************************************************************************ “You lie.” “You lie.” The words came out shaky, my whole body suddenly cold despite the warmth of the morning sun climbing over the fence posts. “You couldn't have done it. Everybody knows you weren't born when the banishment happened,” I said. “You said so yourself," he said with an apologetic voice. I said each word louder, panic and denial blending until they were indistinguishable. "No, the banishment,” I continued.

I heard his family had exiled him. With the Salway family's foundation, they didn't just disappear. After they went bankrupt, they all returned to their hometown. It was said they retreated to a small county to lay low and wait for a capable heir to rise and bring the family back to its former glory. When I heard that, I couldn't help but laugh. All the wealth that they had amassed over three generations was all but gone. How could they still dream of a comeback? That was just ridiculous. Half a year later, I held a grand wedding with Zyla. With blessings from our friends and family, we became husband and wife.