Max Coleman Orphan Novels & Stories

I whispered, the assumption was the best I could give. A chilling wave washed over me. The Rawlings family did this. It all made me sick. Camille was a girl with no family. A perfect victim to sweep under the carpet. “So, the orphanage home… they didn't ask questions? Camille was just buried and that was it?” His gaze remained fixed on me and he nodded. “It's a dead end. The information stops there.” He lowered his voice. “If we go deeper, we would risk our necks, babe. That family you married into… they are hardened. They have money and power.”

" Seriously? Okay come in" " Thank you sir". These are the papers you asked for. He handed me the two documents. " Her name is McCall Jessica. In both. But the history is not quite clear". He pointed at the second paragraph with a swollen and cubby finger, I would recommend him to cut it off but I won't tell him that. "Here, she never went to any school, she is an orphan who never got adopted and later in 2007, she started living on her own. It shows here that the sisters gave her some money to live on her own. That was St Micheal orphanage home. The record says she worked at a bar since then and recently got fired."

Admittedly, Chloe Marionette had nearly died after getting beaten up by Heath Accordo. In fact, she had personally witnessed how terrifying Alex Rockefeller’s moves were. She should have learned from such an experience, knowing when to back off and stop messing with Alex. However, the man in her arms was no ordinary person. He was Mr. Coleman, a member of one of California’s four largest families! Mr. Coleman was a powerful martial artist in his own right, and he was way tougher than that coward, Heath Accardo. Last night, Chloe found out from a friend that Heath had died for some unknown reason.

Clara, Max, and Jeremy all grew up in the orphanage. That’s where they adopted one another as siblings. As young adults, this ragtag crew changed their last names to Johnson, in homage to the wrestler, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. They left Max at the orphanage when he was around 5 years old. Jeremy was only 2 during that time, so they had no recollection of their parents. Because the orphanage was very poor, they forced the older kids to care for the younger ones. This was to ensure that everyone would have someone to care for them and minimize the cost of hiring additional personnel.

Melanin turned to leave before Cookie asked her to know, "How old are you?" She turned to look at Cookie, "Fifteen." "Oh...don't you have any relative?" Cookie probbed further. Melanin hesitated like she was thinking if she should be having this discussion with her madame's friend. Cookie don't find it weird though. She was the new girl and a total stranger to her but hopefully she spoke. "I'm an orphan." she spoke bitterly, her head hung low. "Sir Smith adopted me and they've been treating me like family."

A successful endeavour prioritizes happiness over money. Finally, Caitronia Coleman is now signing off but will always hold a special place in your heart. The Lost Heiress of Coleman's Clan has now found...

As Cali went out of the office, her phone chimed in her purse. She took it out to find out that Horace was calling her. He was also an orphan and they both lived in the same orphanage. An involuntary smile spread across her lips. And she picked up his call almost immediately. She forgot about all her troubles and pain in her life for a moment. It was always like this when it was him. He was like a loving brother that she never had.

My paranoid mind started to overthink again. Monica lowered her face, looking embarrassed and fazed. "I... I am an orphan, Miss Clark. I used to have many jobs because I had to survive. I work in clubs as a waitress and sell pieces of information to people just like that vampire woman did. Until I got arrested and was marked as a slave to different masters before."

" Camila crossed her arms as she said this. There was a smug expression on her face as she glared at me with disdain. I'd heard these words nearly my whole life. The room immediately fell silent, and all eyes turned to me. What Camila said wasn't wrong—it was the truth. My parents died in a car accident caused by a drunk driver on their way to my graduation ceremony when I was in my final year of middle school. From that moment on, I became an orphan. Thankfully, Aunt Leah took me in and gave me a roof over my head. Of course, living with her meant daily chores—cleaning the house, doing laundry, and cooking meals. Plus, I didn't get pretty clothes or an allowance like Camila did.