La Huérfana Novels & Stories

Besides, I was used to having very little – I didn’t even have a real last name. Even my birth certificate was woefully blank. Just Nadia, a name I’d been given because it was scribbled on the blanket I’d been found wrapped in outside of the orphanage, and the surname Doe, which almost every abandoned girl with an unidentified background ended up with. No parents named, not even a definitive date of birth – though I’d apparently been a day-old newborn, if Vincent was to be believed. So I shook off my jealousy and the dreary thought of what could have been, if I’d been born lucky like Freda. When I looked up, Kael was still waiting at my side. There was real concern and sympathy in his eyes.

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

he said dodging the question -I love you too daddy -Pass the phone to mum Halima Which she did, Halima moved a little away from little Fatima to answer. -Yes Aly - Take care of her, I will come to see her tomorrow, she must not know -Don't worry Aly -So good night - Good night to you too She hangs up and goes to Fatima's bedside, who is lying on the bed. Halima strokes her head while telling her an African children's tale. -So I'm going to tell you the story of KOUMBA the girl without a mother.

“I’ll tell you everything, just don’t let her take me.” He stopped, one brow raised, his expression both skeptical and intrigued. “You’d better start talking.” I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “I’m one of the orphans from Duskhallow. It’s a horrible place, run by Old Miss Ray. She’s everywhere a crime is committed, and no one ever questions her. I’ve tried to escape before, but this time…this time, I got further. A strange creature saved me.”

I put on my headphones and listened to the pack report Neal sent me yesterday. Not being able to sleep, I watch movies on my laptop while I drink some hot chocolate. It hasn’t always been my favorite drink but after it being all I drank this last week it’s grown on me. While I take another sip, images of her getting whipped cream all over her mouth pops up in my head making a smile grow across my face. Last night at dinner I learned she is an orphan. She watched her parents die when rogues attacked her pack when she was 8 including her brothers and sister. She was forced to hide till she could escape and become a rogue herself. She would skip from town to town, the longer it took for someo

Her aunt’s face is swollen, her right eye is closed shut and turning purple but her left eye is wide open, it regards Kiara with so much hatred that she can hear the words she had been called this morning. Shameless slut… Harlot…. Whore… But she sees past all that, she sees the woman who took in the four-year-old orphan who had been dumped at her doorstep in a time of crises. Dion had been experiencing severe drought and food shortage when Kiara had been dropped off by the stranger tasked with getting her to her closest relative. Aunt Tina could have denied her, sent her away and no one would have held it against her because she had her own children to feed.

I had rejected both of them. Because either time when my stomach had grumbled with hunger, I had remembered grandma's words. If this place, by any chance, was Underworld then I wasn't supposed to eat the food. The legend said how Persephone got stuck in the Underworld just because she ate few pomegranate seeds there. She had no way out. I sounded so crazy. And I missed grandma so much. "Do you want new clothes?" Her pale skin was hard not to notice. It was paler than Hayden's, more translucent. But she seemed polite.

Phoebe hastily scribbled down an address, her face full of sincerity. "This is my mother's address. She's the one who did this. I don't know anything about it." I asked, "Your mother? If you can contact her, why are you living in an orphanage?" Unexpectedly, Phoebe suddenly started banging her head frantically like a madwoman. "I don't know, I really don't… Mrs. Shaw, please go find her…"

"There is a lady coming. A sad lady. She needs help. She has been walking for a long time." Lena's heart skipped. She knelt beside her daughter, taking her small hands. "What lady, sweetheart? Where is she coming from?" "I do not know." Aurora frowned, concentrating. "Far away. Very far. She is alone. She thinks no one wants her. But she needs us." Three days later, a stranger arrived at the gates. A hybrid, alone and broken, seeking family. She had been walking for months, surviving on nothing but hope. She had heard about the camp, about the community, about the woman who loved everyone.