La Huérfana Novels & Stories

Mother asked in a sad voice "A story about an orphan girl who fights against this world.." Mom then looked at me with a smile "Will you listen to it?" I nodded my head enthusiastically. The next second mom looked up at the ceiling again, then started telling stories “In an orphanage on a bright night under the light of a full moon, a tiny baby is left after her parents had an accident. The baby who still doesn't understand anything is named Elena which means light.."

Your eyes soon hover to the words written just at the top corner of the page and when you sink the piece of information, you freeze. "...After seven long years of training outside the Country. We're glad to announce the second son of our beloved King Darwin Jack and her Highness the Queen Liza Yuan Cohen, and the heir to the throne, Prince Zale Felix Cohen, has finally returned back to his precious country."

“Huuuuuuuh!” Leah took a deep breath before pressing the doorbell of the grand Hacienda Ferman mansion. “I can do this. I’m with my child, the heir to Alejandro’s legacy. I can’t afford to be scared. Even though Alejandro abandoned me and chose Furtiza, I don’t care anymore. I need to uncover the truth, so I’ll enter this mansion as a maid—to see Furtiza’s situation firsthand! I want to know if she’s truly happy with my husband!” Leah whispered to herself.

She set the phone down, exhaling slowly. No. She wouldn’t run from this. She’d never been the girl who played defense. Cass reached for her laptop, the cool metal grounding her as she typed Calderón’s name into a system that no government had clearance for. A dozen results populated instantly—movements, aliases, trades. And tucked between them… another photo. Her breath caught. It wasn’t from her past. It was from last week. And Calderón wasn’t alone. Cass zoomed in on the blurry feed until the image sharpened—Calderón at the table, arrogance in the slope of his shoulders, glass held like a scepter. Across from him sat an anomaly: no mugshot, no record, no trail.

*** "My whole life, I've been in Blue Moon. I had no parents, no siblings. No one would tell me where I came from. All I knew was I woke up one day and my life had started. There was a big hole in my memory and I couldn't remember anything past the day I arrived in the pack. My life was never easy, but it was all I'd never known. I had no friends. The pack members were scared of me and my eyes. They said they were cursed. Bad things usually happened to those who were mean to me. As a child, I felt it was normal. When I cried, it rained. When I screamed, it thundered. I was wreaking destruction on the pack with my tantrums. The alpha then had me drugged, to keep the storms at bay. He convince

Naturally, I looked up to see who was coming in, and my phone nearly slipped from my hands when I saw who came through that door. Leia looked around her surroundings, most likely looking for Haylie, and checked her phone. Her hair was in her usual high ponytail and little makeup covered her face. A white blouse and a black miniskirt hugged her figure, with black ballet flats on her feet. Damn... She was hot... I struggled to take my eyes off of her as she walked deeper into the house, looking around for her friend. Poor girl. She was probably so fucking nervous about being in a new situation, with new surroundings and no friend to take it with her.

Like I had all I ever wanted, and they were all in the room with me at that moment. Gosh. It all felt so ethereal. I honestly couldn’t explain the feeling if given the chance to. “So what’s her name?” Maria asked with her eyes still trained on the baby. “Do you want to tell them or should I?” Liam asked as he looked at me. “I’ll say it,” I smiled and tried to sit up. “Let me help,” Ryan immediately offered, then stuffed a pillow behind me, so I was more comfortable. “So,” I cleared my throat for a more dramatic moment, causing everyone to laugh. “Her name is Amelia Maria Isabel Henderson,” I said, my gaze shifting between my mum and Liam’s mum as I said each name.

nothing. “What the hell?” I whispered. How did I get here? I looked next to me and saw a shovel in one hand and a knife in the other. I tossed the knife away from me in revulsion. My hands were bloody and I trembled in horror. Then, I realized there was a hole near me. Not ready for what I was about to behold, I peeked into the hole and screamed. In the dugout pit. . . was Hailee. . .dead

"And now, you're going to pay for what you've done. No escaping this time." My cries only grow louder as I feel something cold touch my cheek. It's slowly moved until I feel a slight pressure right under my cheek bone. In one quick motion the object is swept across my cheek and I cry out in pain. I feel a wet substance begin to flow down my cheek. I only cry harder and fight against the ropes. He needs to know he has the wrong person. I'm not who he wants, I'm a simple, broken girl who lives in New York City.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.