Adopting Mine Novels & Stories

Anything. “He's going to renovate my warehouse.” Silence. Even I knew that was a terrible explanation. “Your warehouse?” “Yes.” “A handsome guy is renovating your warehouse?” “Yes.” “Why?” I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. “He…” My brain was completely empty. “…is good with tools?” Min Ah stared at me. I immediately regretted being born. “So he's not your boyfriend?” “No.” She pouted. “I thought you finally got one.” “I will someday.”

Three years ago, my father didn't agree to me marrying Damien—a single dad raising a child on his own. He warned me that being a stepmother was a thankless job. But back then, I wouldn't listen; I thought true love could conquer all. When we got married, Damien told me his ex-wife, Sarah, died saving him, and he carried a lot of guilt toward her. Lily was an orphan. Sarah had once passed by an orphanage, saw Lily being bullied terribly, and adopted her. Sarah couldn't have children of her own, so Lily was the only person in the world she was tethered to.

"I'm not capable of much, but I can't bear to turn them away." Her voice gentle but firm, Carissa offered some advice, saying, "Adopting infants is a noble cause, but you must act within your means. When it exceeds your capabilities, it becomes a burden. Not just on you, but on your family as well. "You can't send them away, of course, but you need to find a way to sustain them. I suggest you don't take in any more children for now. And perhaps, since Victory Pass is temporarily exempt from paying taxes, you could petition the local government to establish the orphanage as an official institution. They may allocate funds to you, and it wouldn't require approval from court, so it shouldn't ta

He took the ice cream from her as Laura lowered herself into the chair that had been occupied by one of the boys minutes before. “Thanks.” He looked at the ice cream. “Stuart likes you.” “He does?” “That’s his little … acceptance. You got a hug. He likes you.” “I think he was looking out for you. Making sure I treat you right.” He watched as Laura flicked her tongue across the soft ice cream. She gave him a smile. “He’s a great kid.” “How come … no one adopts these kids?” Johannes asked. “Adoption is quite hard. Some people don’t pass the required tests. Then, of course, you have parents who are looking for a specific kid. If they don’t meet what they want, they don’t get picked.

he said holding her hand and she slightly nodded. The to be adopted parents of Myra was sent by Sprill to come to adopt her. Before Mr. and Mrs. Robert could give their child for adoption, they went bank rubbed by Sprill. Everything they ever worked for was stolen by Sprill. They did not know how to fend for the twin so, Priya proposed to Mark to give one of the twins for adoption firstly because they were in danger since Sprill threatens them and secondly, because they could not take care of both in the condition they were.

So when my father summoned me to the living room to meet who he said was to be my little sister, a small child of no more than 6, I could not be bothered to comprehend the gravity of what he was saying. A human sister. The only question I bothered to ask was why the fuck he was adopting a human girl to be my sister. My father cooked up a story that I instantly recognized as bullshit, as he always did. About how the girl was a victim of a rogue attack, how her parents died and he found her alone when he came for damage control, of how he found a fatherly bond between himself and the girl and instantly decided that he wanted to do nothing but to protect her for the rest of his life.

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.

“We need her!” “NO!” I bellowed, slamming my fists into the wheel. “I’m not going to stay mated to an omega. I’ll reject her tomorrow. End of discussion.” Final. Cold. That’s how it had to be. My foot hit the accelerator, and I drove like death itself was on my heels, swerving past lights, past speed limits, past reason. Julie. I’d pick Julie. She wasn’t my love—she never had been—but she was the beta’s daughter. Strong wolf, high rank, useful. She adored me, worshipped me. And my father… he’d approve. That was all that mattered.

When her gaze met Zane’s, it was like being slashed across the face. "So this is the adopted stray," she said, voice like poisoned honey. Zane didn’t flinch. Katherina turned to Andrei, her smile brittle. "Should I be worried?" "You’re always worried," Andrei replied coolly. "That’s why I like you." He smiled. Zane had never seen him smile. The woman laughed softly, but there was no emotion to it. The meeting began and across the table flew names Zane didn’t know, territories, bribes, blood debts.

“She will just get her job back, I'm not planning on getting her back in my life.” Not even if it will kill me. He nods, stepping beside me. His eyes scan the plan uncertainty dancing between them. “Are you sure about this?” I look at him, determination coiling in my chest. “When have I ever doubted myself?” I look at the buildings marking five of them with red ink. “They now belong to us.” He nods calling the men over. The Morettis must be delusional if they think I will let them make an attack on us and leave them scot-free. We're taking everything that is there's.