Esther Coleman Orphan Novels & Stories

Esther was petite, like Lily but her eyes carried authority and a bite that made her seem anything but the gentle façade her appearance tried to show. I swallowed a subconscious step back. Caterina's eyes shifted from me to Lily, then Cole, then back at me. Chilly grey eyes burning it’s anger into my skull. “You’re leaving without saying hello, cousin, that’s not very nice,” Esther said, her head tilting to the side in question. An almost haunting similarity to Cole's actions. Too long I’ve spent believing I was the only family Cole would ever have but coming here to the Vincenzo family has made me realize that genes and blood relations aren’t something that can easily be dismissed.

Steven told Mateo. Mateo pulled his eyebrows together, “Wait – if she passed away – who was he trying to reach? Her family?” He asked. “Esther didn’t have a family. She died alone in her house. Although, I did find something interesting. Esther had a child,” Steven told Mateo, making him go stiff. Mateo didn’t need to know anything else – he understood everything. He had the file open, but he slammed it shut and cursed loudly before he pushed the file back and angrily got on his feet.

She did not want to be bothered but not answering him would be disrespectful. “I will be there.” Angela sighed as her little sister skipped away. Esther reminded her of Kale. She did not want to go but she did not have a choice. *** KALE stepped out of the carriage. There were already a lot of children idling outside the orphanage, waiting for it to be opened. Kale did not expect them to be so much on the first day. She could count about four hundred of them. She was happy she had the chance to change the fate of people like her. She would give them free clothing, shelter, food, and education. They would enjoy all the basic necessities of life, though they did not have parents.

He could see that Cole was trying to run away from having this conversation. "Oh BTW," Cole called out from inside the house. Hunter turned around and saw him peeking out of the door. "Esther is my real girlfriend. I never stopped dating her. She was whining to meet me and talk about your mom's death. She actually wanted to come and see you but I said no. I was telling her just that when Rashid caught me typing to her in the cemetery. It's very likely that he saw her name and that's why started his all-time boring don't-do-it-or-you'll-end-up-like-me lecture today."

But there was nothing. Frustrated, I screenshot the image and started digging into his marital status. Cole was married to a woman named Yasmin Estrada, the daughter of a modest restaurant owner. But here’s where things got strange: Yasmin’s presence was practically nonexistent. No pictures, no records. It was as if she had been erased. Instead, Cole’s photos were dominated by Sarah Lolthammer, a stunning actress who seemed to fill the void. Her pictures took up at least 80% of his profile.

For one heartbeat, everything was perfect. Then the secure tablet chimed, Harlan’s seal flashing crimson. Video file. No subject. Ethan opened it. A young woman filled the screen, early twenties, dark hair like Sophia’s, eyes cold as Richard’s ever were. She sat in what looked like an abandoned warehouse, a single overhead bulb swinging above her. “My name is Ava Cole,” she said, voice calm, almost bored. “I am Richard Cole’s youngest child. The only one he never hid from himself. The others were mistakes. That was the plan.”

“As I made my way through the different labs that were set up by Oran, I started to find a few test subjects. All of them were under the age of twelve. From what I found, the experiments had been going on for more than twenty years. The labs I found weren’t new. They were well established places and sadly, had a mountain of bodies that they had discarded as useless.” She stopped for a moment, taking another sip before continuing. “Every so often I would run into child that was alive. I couldn’t just leave them. They were the innocents in this and so, the more I hit, the more of my kids I found. Fey, vampire, wolves, witches, all of them so different and yet, we all shared the same pain and u

Whatever the reason is, I've always been this way. When I was six I remember wanting this doll. She was so pretty and had long blonde hair like mine. When I asked Dwayne if I could have her he said only if I behaved during his meeting. My mom Clara was visiting the doctor that day and made me go with my dad. I hated meetings. They bored the hell out of me but I wanted that doll so badly that I sat mouth shut behaving like Dwayne told me to do. However, once his meeting was done and his business associates left I asked him if he would take me after the doll. That's when he sat me down and told me I was too old for such childish things and I needed to stop asking.

“Yes, she is a fake.” “But she attended the prestigious Crystal Collage. That school isn’t cheap, especially for non-pack members… what am I even saying, guys even pack members find it a dream to attend…” Esther cried out in disbelief, but I remained silent, waiting for Anna’s reply. “Willow was in Crystal College based on the fees that Alpha Ryker was paying. Have you ever heard her speaking of her family?” Anna asked and I started seeing where she was going. “She is an orphan brought to the pack by an old man who is dead now. Ryker took her like a sister. He took care of her and when she got old enough, she claimed to have fallen for him…”

Without looking back, I took Esther by her hand and left the home where I had stayed for more than 20 years but without any warmth. From then on, this was nothing more than a strange place, with nothing to do with Esther and me. I was regretful. Esther lost her parents in her childhood. She suffered a lot growing up in the orphanage. She had already had a miserable childhood. But I didn't protect her well, making her suffer on the wedding night. I hated myself, and I hated that family all my life!