روايات وقصص ضمن El Orfanato De La Muerte

She was the youngest and newest kid at the orphanage. According to Signora Pallas, her mother had died in an accident, and her father ran away from the responsibilities of taking care of her. A stranger had picked her up while wandering around and carried her to the orphanage. Perhaps, it was why Lorena had such a soft spot for her. "Can I have some coowkees now? I'm hungry." She said, rubbing her tummy. Lorena chuckled and pulled her into a hug. "Of course, you can, my darling. But," She pulled out of the hug and grabbed her little shoulders.

“Since you’re already expelled, stop pretending to be good! It’s not like you haven’t sold your body before! Clean yourself up and earn quick money with us!” I sneered and spat at them. For that, I was hit in the back of my head so hard that I started bleeding. No cheap motel dared to take me in, and I could not afford to go to the hospital, so I could only drag my body to an abandoned factory in the suburbs. I was already being really cautious, yet Captain Zimmer still managed to follow me. Just as I was about to pass out, he showed up in front of me. “Is this your secret base? Do you insist on saying that you’re not the murderer, Mindy?”

Then cast aside, shut out, shoved into a servant's room. And they called it an honor. And I, at the start, had thought the very same. I thought, suddenly, of the orphanage. That blue-eyed human girl clinging to the matron's leg, calling her Mama. Her parents had died at the hunters' hands too. But she'd been picked up, comforted, allowed to play, allowed to get dirty, allowed to grow back into a child who could laugh. And Elena? She had once been only a child too.

I couldn't wait for all this to be over. The date had gone well. We had kissed and she made me promise to come see her again. Things were finally as they used to be. “We're here,” Barlas announced, his feet shuffling to a stop. I felt the chill run down my spine. The Valley of the Dead. What the hell were we doing here? From this sunken ground, one could see the pack house perched atop what looked like a huge cliff. No wolf dared come here. Ever. It reeked of death and held the record of the most deaths in one place in all of Lupestone.

Only under the influence of high-grade heroin could he see the version of Elena who still smiled at him, rather than the broken corpse in the morgue. Six months later, they found a body in a gutter in the slums. He was skin and bones, covered in maggots, clutching a childhood family photo in his cold, dead hand. My parents lost all their children in the blink of an eye. They stayed in that hollow, tomb-like Falcone mansion. Every day, they had the staff prepare a massive feast, setting five extra plates. They talked to the empty chairs, pretending their children were still there. In the end, they drifted into a world of dementia and rot.

But all I heard was, "I'm sorry, Cecilia. Please forgive me." The gunshot cracked through the air, and I went down. Blood slowly seeped out. I watched Cristina run excitedly into his arms. They embraced, kissed, celebrated their survival and reunion, and then drove away until they disappeared from my sight. "Principessa, get up. They're gone. How do we make them pay now?" The one-eyed man helped me up gently. "Death isn't humiliation for the mafia. I want them destroyed and disgraced." I stood and wiped off the honey mixed with red dye. My expression was blank as I stared in the direction they'd gone.

His hand came up immediately, gripping my jaw, forcing my face back to his. “Now listen carefully,” he murmured. “You’re going to do everything I say. Inside this house.” I swallowed hard. “Because if you don’t,” he continued calmly, “I’ll sell Casa Serena to Delapito.” My blood ran cold. Delapito. The name alone was enough to make my stomach twist. Everyone knew what happened to orphanages he bought. Everyone knew the children never stayed. They vanished. Sent across borders. Sold. “You wouldn’t dare,” I whispered, tears spilling over.

On its large tombstone was inscribed the name COOPER HAILWOOD, with the year of death two years ago. Caspian had told Elora everything earlier, in the infirmary, about his childhood with Cooper and Zed, and what Cooper meant to him. Elora couldn’t imagine what it was like to lose a family because she didn’t have one. Even at the orphanage, Elora was never close to other children. Elora always felt that the residents of the orphanage saw her differently. It was as if Elora wasn’t human. It turns out that Elora is not an ordinary human. The irony made her smile sadly.

She was really going mad while wondering where her mother was. "You know, when I was 10, one day my parents left me at their best friend's house, saying they were going to a business meeting and would return in a few days. I was sad but happy at the same time because I was going to live with Ayden, but sad because my parents were going away. A week passed, but my parents didn't return. I was then told they died in a plane crash on their way back. Since that day, I grew up as an orphan while living in Uncle Philip and Aunt Kathy's house." Eleana took a pause between her words. She could feel her voice getting heavy. Eirene and Elio sat there quietly while hearing her speak. Eleana took a long

"They have two children, though one, Alejandro 'El Tigre', recently passed away." Luca asked with a puzzled look. "What was the cause of his death?” “We don't know. All we know is that the funeral is being held today at Saint Georgia’s church. A church owned by Miguel himself.” Enzo said as he scrolled through the pieces of information on his tablet. Luca and Enzo were directed by Dominic to investigate Pedro’s death and who the off-taker of the kids he and Cecil, the dead orphanage caretaker, were working on. Luca nodded, his expression grave “And what is the cartel's primary business?"