Max Coleman Orphan Novels & Stories

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

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

Though Evelyn felt as though she would never truly belong by Collen's side, it was still nice to feel wanted. "To summarize it. Collen's father was a bastard. When Collen's mother wished to leave his father, the man took Collen from her in spite and gave him to a far away orphanage intending to never allow her to see the one thing she loved again. Well his uncle is... Let's just say a very very powerful and persuasive man. After searching for years Michael was able to track Collen down and reunite him with his real family. Though unfortunately he lost over half his childhood being raised in an Orphanage and on the streets."

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.

"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.

I don't know "Common don't sound so guilty. It's nothing seriously. On the contrary i have my freedome to do anything. It's not like i don't have any relatives. My mom and dad died in a plane crash when i was four" "when you have relatives then how could be an orphan?" I asked him "Elena, when you expect love but you don't get it just because you had no one blood related then you are turned into an orphan automatically. My dad's business was blooming. He was rich not like a billionaire but we were quite rich. My all relatives would come then and bought us presents because they knew we will obviously return with something costlier. But once my dad has a big loss and we burdened with debt. The

I pressed my palm over my mouth, a soft, breathless sob escaping my chest in the quiet room. Three days ago, a man came to the orphanage, Joseph wrote, his excitement practically bouncing off the linen page. His name is Mr. Max Cooper. Iris, he is an immensely wealthy business billionaire who just returned to the country after years spent building his empire abroad. He came to Saint Luke’s to make a huge sponsorship donation, but when he walked past the infirmary, he stopped. He saw how sick I was, sat right down beside my bed, and stayed with me for hours talking about history, science, and books.

Author's POV: Melanie was thrown back to her time growing up. She was a sick wolf. She was in and out of the hospital many times. And on the last day when the doctors said she was okay, that she didn't have to spend so many days in the hospital, she met Mia. Mia was an orphan. She'd come from the orphanage with one of the smaller kids. The child stuck to her, holding her hand even while he was being administered drugs.

Even the fifty-year-old Mikayla was extremely thin, and because she had been walking around for a long time, she had adopted a new orphan. Mikayla was a very respectable person. Some people said that she used to be a versatile person, but after she took over the orphanage, she never thought about her future. She was unmarried all her life, and her youth, youth, and talent were all given to the orphanage. She was the mother of all the children in the orphanage, even if she was sick, she had kept it a secret for everyone. After Aimee found out about it, she gave up on studying and came out to earn money.

“You finally got it? It took you almost a year to do that, didn’t it?” “I…” “Oh shut up and drop the little details. Don’t be defensive because it won’t change the fact that you are slow. Aren’t you?” She rolled her eyes Mr Mark ignored her insulting remarks and proceeded to tell her all that he had gotten. “Monique is an orphan. She became an orphan at the age of six and was sent to an orphanage. Her mom and dad died in a fire and from the details I got, they said her mom had pushed her out of the fire to survive.”