Max Coleman Orphan Novels & Stories

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.

" 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.

I put my own hand on the empty tomb. "And I am going anyway, and I need you to understand why, because it is not foolishness. I have been an orphan my whole life. I grieved two parents I never got to know. One of them turned out to be alive in a cellar, and I almost did not get her, and every day I have her now is a day I nearly lost. If there is even a chance the other one is down there, alive, after eighteen years, then there is no trap in the world she could build that would keep me from going to look. She is not baiting a queen, Hunter. She is baiting an orphan, and orphans do not get to be sensible about this. Some things you have to walk into a snare for. A father is one of them."

Carol saw Richard walking out of one of the rooms on the second floor. “I looked into you, but I never expected you to hide the truth about yourself so well. You could have chosen not to rely on the Abner family, but you took Gordon Abner’s money and got married to his son. Could you tell me the reason?” Carol smiled and showed no signs of panic. “I’m just an orphan the Renae family adopted. My parents passed away in an accident when I was ten, and I was sent to an orphanage. After that, I was taken in by the Renae family. That is all.”

AUTHOR'S POV "Big sister, you are stronger than me." Cole immediately shifted to putting on a piteous character. "I am nothing but an orphan who wants to survive. Today is my birthday and in just a few more hours, it will be over. I don't have money to celebrate. I am living a miserable lifestyle here, big sis. Please, don't push me out or report me." "Relax, I won't do anything like that..." Cole smiled, "Thank you."

"I might have something that can help." "What?" I quizzed, looking at him. "Corey found Dwayne at an orphanage." "An orphanage?" I exclaimed, sitting up straight. "Yes." "Where?" “St.Mary’s Orphanage in a remote town.” "When did Corey find him there?" "Six years ago. Dwayne was still a baby. Corey said he found him lying outside the orphanage." My mind immediately began putting the pieces together. If Dwayne had been left outside an orphanage, there had to be a record, a name, a date, a witness, or something.

Doneld setteled down on his seat. "Carella Jones. She is an Orphan. It says here that her mother ran away from her husband and took Carella with her. It says they have been on the ran for a while until her mother left her at the steps of an orphanage intown. Her mother pretty much disapeared after that. She never came back to look for her." Doneld paused as he looked through the file, then he spoke again. He wrinkeled his face at the paper. "Uff...she had a pretty bad life growing up at that orphanage too. Bullied...over worked...kidnaped...sexcual assult...she left when she turned eighteen..." James cuts him off "Aren't most of Kanzels' dealers orphans?"