Books Like Orphan X Novels & Stories

Amazed, I stopped in mid-motion, so the towel hung in the air instead of loading on the table. What should that mean again? God, I've been with guys every day. With what I was doing it was just inevitable and although I thought I knew the male species humans pretty well, this guy made me feel insecure. I didn't like that. "Ah, it says here you are an orphan," he said and traced the lines in front of his eyes with his finger. "Your parents were killed by proles."

Nyxoria replied. “You’re not an orphan, Nyxoria,” Ora replied quietly. Nyxoria shrugged. "I lost both my parents, I was there when they were buried so of course I am an orphan." Ora sighed. "Fine, I am sorry for using your body to seek justice."

_*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> CHAPTER ONE SLUM LIFE The warmth of the stone was a small mercy against the killing chill of the Lowcrest Shadowveil. Xalara Silvyn—though she knew herself only as Xalara, bastard-born and orphaned before she could walk—pressed the smooth river rock between her palms and summoned the whisper of magic that lived beneath her skin. Not with intention, but instinct—the way her lungs drew breath or her eyes blinked against the ash that perpetually rained from the factories that ringed the slum's borders. The stone's temperature rose slowly, heat seeping into her threadbare gloves, the worn leather cracked and stained with years of grime.

I wanted know what they would feel like. "Read to me." His voice came snapping me out of my reverie and I was glad he spoke up cause I had a feeling that he wouldn't have liked it if I had kissed him and so I simply nodded, slipped from his lap, sat back where I was earlier and picked up the first book. It was titled 'one kiss from you by Christiana Dodd, great for the moment! I opened the pages and began to read while Orian reclined on the seat with his arms spread out paying an attentive ear to my voice.

**Can be read as a standalone*** Warning ⚠️ ⛔️ Do not read this if you're yet to finish the first book in series, A Baby for the Beast. You'll only get spoilers... 🩸 ... Blurb: ""I sailed a dangerous ship in disguise of a man. To know the truth behind my parent's disappearance, I swore to enter the mysterious palace at all cost. I didn't research. I didn't know what I was getting into.

I couldn't believe how fast things were working out and currently Orpheus trusted me enough. It wouldn't be long to strike. I just needed one thing and that was to get too close with Orpheus that he wouldn't even suspect me when Lucinda goes missing. I had two enemies and that was Orpheus and the Nomads Clan. I had found out their dirty little secret, they were formerly called the brujah clan and they were as treacherous and vile as the lethal bloodsuckers.

Because someone hurt me. I kept stealing glances at him, confused and scared and touched all at the same time. The driver didn’t speak. He drove smoothly, like he didn’t want to trigger any more tension inside the car. The only sounds were the engine humming and my uneven breathing that I tried to keep quiet. Halfway through the ride, Orion finally unclenched his fist. Very slowly. His fingers trembled as he relaxed them, and he let his hand fall open on his lap. I saw the deep cuts, the bruises forming under the skin, the dried blood, the rawness.

” Ornais finished showing a picture of the twins when they were still alive. “Interesting” Daniel agreed. He looked up at her apartment building again and then proceeded to follow Ornias down the street to the nearest hotel. On the way, Ornias bumped into a businessman in an expensive suit. As he apologized and helped to steady the man back on his feet, he managed to take the man’s wallet. Ornias was a shapeshifter. While he was annoying,however, having him around certainly had its perks.

Ava's POV: I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title. Senex Animarum. Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know. I should've taken French this semester. But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.

"Orin was right. The book was meant for me. It was placed within arm's reach exactly when I started looking for it." Elias leaned forward, his expression sharpening into an intense focus. “Yea, of course the book was meant for you. You choose your course of study yourself didn't you choose your course of study yourself” “Sorry.” She apologised realising she hadn't updated anyone on the book from Orin. Went into details about how the book came to be in her possession and about her dream. “Orin is a seer?.” He asked no one particular “makes sense. And? When you woke up after the dream, when you turned the page... could you read it?"