Esther Coleman Orphan Novels & Stories

At that moment, Esther felt utterly abandoned by the whole world. She wanted to go back with the police officer. She wanted to go to an orphanage—at least there she would be with other kids like her. But the officer said she had a family; orphanages were only for children without families. At that moment, she thought it would be better not to have a family at all.

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."

The thought of being relatives with Coco made her feel sick and humiliated, especially since Coco looked ordinary and was an orphan. "Enough! Watch your mouth in front of Lucas, or he might really get angry!" Esther warned Naomi.

I say with a small smile of my own as I walk down the stairs of the orphanage and towards the kitchen to start cooking breakfast for the younger orphans. After they've all eaten, Jess and I make sure they're all dressed and have everything they need before Jess walks with them to school. When everyone is gone, it's time to get to my daily cleaning. There are eight bedrooms, the kitchen, the living room, and two bathrooms to clean, then I move on to the laundry and make the beds before starting dinner for everyone. I'm the only that's had to clean and cook since I was eight. Ms.Leana says it's to prepare and train me for when I turn seventeen and become the pack slave, and they move me to the

After freshening up, she settled against the headboard to read the file. When Helma came across a certain detail, she instinctively sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing, "Cole!" "What is it?" Cole, sensing her urgency, put down his magazine and held her hand right away. Helma looked troubled, "Do you remember what happened to Edward when he was young?" "Yes," Cole nodded, his tone heavy, "Human Guinea Pig." Edward had been an orphan. He was adopted when he was nine years old. Instead of a happy life, he faced something horrible.

"What? Did you just say there's nothing I can do about it? She's my daughter! How could keep such a thing from me for so long and then tell me and then think I won't do anything about it? Do you think I'm the guilty one here?" "Fabian, I only came to tell you the truth because it has been burdening me. I didn't come here because I feel sorry for you or care about you." Cole turned Esther to face him and look into her eyes. "But you still call me Fabian, even though it's been twenty-three years. Doesn't it mean you still care about me, somehow?" Esther looked away. Yes, Fabian was not his main name. It was his third name and he had allowed only her to use it on him because he loved her. His f

She didn’t have the luxury to waste even a crumb as she knew how hard it was to earn money. Esther had been abandoned by her parents when she was a kid and left her to his grandparents. Unfortunately, both her grandparents died during her first year in the university and left her to fend off for herself. She had worked part time to finish her studies. There were times she only ate once a day so she could pay her school fees and pay for her dorm. All of the sudden the telephone rang causing the tumbler to slip from Esther's hand as she drank water. Immediately, she lifted the handset connecting the call.

I came from an agriculture-heavy area of the country, so when my little unknowing-future-converts gradually arrived and started settling into their rooms one-by-one, I couldn’t help but describe them as a ‘bumper-crop’. I would have gladly gone to bed with any one of them, kissed them on both lips so they grew to love their own flavour, but there was one that stood out from the rest. Esther Matt was a petite wee thing from the bible belt. She was stunningly gorgeous like the girl next door you once saw sunbathing in the back yard and then could never get out of your mind, as opposed to p**n-star hot. Every pore of her body seemed to ooze innocence as if she could be scandalised by even the t

Esther was taken around the Pack's territory to the witches cemetery where every Crescent witch were sent peacefully to the other side and then to the witches of the FrenchQuarter tomb where she belonged. 'I don't know what to say Esther. I can't seem to think of anything else other than the fact that you, even in your last moment put the Pack and I first. And I could never repay that favour. Not in this life, nor in a thousand life. Thank you for loving us and saving my mate' Cameron thought as placed a white rose on her box. Then Rhona and everyone else moved by to say their goodbyes.

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t