Max Coleman Orphan Novels & Stories

Amelia For 18 years, I've lived under the torment of Headmistress Crane at the orphanage, but today feels different. Soon, orphans like me will be sold to werewolves, turned into their human pets. I’ve planned to escape more than once, and each time, Crane’s watch over me has become even stricter. I carry the slop from the basement out of the orphanage that has been my home for almost eighteen years. I make sure to slump over my bucket and shuffle my feet under Director Crane’s scrutinous supervision.

I remember all the stress and disapproval I faced with Cameron’s mom and don’t want to start out on the wrong foot with my second-chance mates’ mother too. I’m an orphan, a former porn star, a safety hazard to everyone in this pack, and just used their basement to give a live show to one of the members of this pack and his two mates just last night. The least I can do right now is dress decently, but I don’t have shit to wear.

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?"

The story unfolded like this: “A boy had witnessed the murder of his mother and fled into the woods. He tripped, hit his head, and lost his memory. A peasant farmer who regularly visited the woods found him and took him in. The boy grew up believing his saviors were his birth parents. Years later, he returned to the city and started working for a wealthy man. Slowly, his memories returned—bit by bit. To honor the man who saved him, he built a home and created an orphanage: Cole Home for the Homeless. But some say he never returned to see the man who rescued him or the orphanage he built…” Wow. What a story. Compton Town, Los Angeles. We need to visit that place. I grabbed my phone and dialed

She said nothing, her gaze flitting around the room, avoiding everyone's direct stare. Lawson couldn't help but notice her strange behavior. Something felt off. Even Cole felt off. Lawson's mother, meanwhile, cleared her throat, breaking the silence as though the conversation was becoming too boring. "So where is your family? Anyone to represent-" "Cole and Camila are orphans, so he wouldn't have any," Diane cut in matter-of-factly. Lawson's mother scoffed. "Yeah, I almost forgot. Camila didn't have parents. No one even came to her own wedding, did they?"

He must say that hard work does pay off. “Sir?” Assistant Moorey's voice sounded which brought Christian back from his thoughts. He looked at his assistant who was looking at him with a confused gaze. Christian’s thoughts again ran back to the time when he met Assistant Moorey for the first time. Zen Moorey, who is called Assistant Moorey now, was an orphan who ran from the orphanage when he was only 12 years old because he could not bear the scolding and beatings he used to get from the orphanage. The people who worked in that orphanage were no better than psychopaths who used to assault children for their selfish satisfaction. Zen always wanted to leave that monstrous place, so when he fin

Michael couldn't help but laugh. When Collen was growing up in the orphanage he ended up resorting to a life much like many others raised in the system. Some are able to get adopted, go live happy lives get a proper education. Then you had those like Collen who were stuck in the system for their entire lives, each passing year the chances of adoption getting slimmer and slimmer. Sure he was able to get your average education that anyone else was allowed but it was very basic, no advanced skills, no college.

I heard America is a place of opportunities so I bet I will have to stop stealing thereof I must go to college and actually get a job for the first time in my life. No more sleeping in a dark basement with lots of Rodent friends and insects. I became so used to cockroaches and mosquitoes that I no longer feel them crawl over my body. What else do I expect I had to stay in that basement for eleven years since I was ten years old? A twenty-five years old orphan knows better than to still be scared of anything except death.

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.”

"Call anyone, and the deal's off. By the time you reach Griffin, it will be too late." "You wouldn't hurt your own son," I said, but the words lacked conviction. The Michael Coleman who had fled the country rather than face the consequences of his actions was a man I no longer knew—a cornered animal with nothing left to lose except his obsessive need to possess what he believed was his.