Novel & Cerita Max Coleman Orphan

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?"

Mickel said, “I don't have a phone, we are not allowed to have phone In our possession” Camilla said, “How can I see you again?“ Mickel asked, “We are not allowed to entertain visitors In the orphanage home” Camilla retorted, “Are you an orphan?“ Mickel basked, “Seems to be” Camilla retorted, “I see, I will find away to link up with you” Mickel said, “you might be mine” he said, and he smiles while Camilla frowned, and she was watching him,

“All of our companions have already passed through. I need your final decisions now.” Both orphans are still undecided up to this moment, and in my case, keeping this portal open for another minute can cause my body to feel numb and the portal will be inaccessible. My shoulders are now about to fall, which made the opening rounded out from its original size. “I've already given you enough time, orphans. I am now leaving.” I said wearing a blank expression. Based on my observation, I think Moha and Nowo are the most stubborn orphans I have ever handled, but they seem to be the toughest and bravest ones though. I hope they were also wise enough to choose the right path earlier when I was still

"Ah, the healer. I see now. You’ve awakened something, haven’t you? The Moon’s Orphan. The key to it all." Raynor took a step forward, his instincts screaming at him to act, but the man’s eyes held him in place. "I’ve come for what’s mine," the man said, his voice like a whisper in the wind. "And you, Raynor, are the key." ---

Lucas faintly said as he looked at Cole. Cole paused momentarily, shocked as he looked at Lucas. He wondered if he had misheard him. 'This ordinary person dares comment that I said too much?' "Hey brat, do you know who am I?" Cole fixed his stare on Lucas and said coldly. "Oh? Who might you be?" Lucas let out a smile. "I'm Cole Morgan, one of the three geniuses of Anchorage college. My dad's a core member of the council of Anchorage Base City and is also one of the ten powerhouses of Anchorage Base City."

The little boy nodded a little. "Then, why don't you like playing with them?" Meredith asked once again. "Because they keep saying that I don't have a mommy and daddy. I'm an orphan." "Orphan?" Meredith was stunned. Right at that moment, a teacher coincidentally came over and pulled the little boy away from the corner while saying to Meredith respectfully, "Mrs. Shelby. Caden's parents passed away in a car crash when he was one. He was sent to an orphanage by his relatives, which was why he became an orphan."

It was a rare harmonious and warm moment. Cade asked casually, "You have a secret?" Cameron replied, "I do." Her voice was slightly muffled because of her position. Her straightforward answer left Cade unsure of what to say next. Then, Cameron rolled over to look at Cade. She asked with a smirk, "Want to know?" Cameron had been an orphan with no money, background, or connections, someone who had always been ostracized by high society. She managed to bring down most of the people who had harmed Melissa. She relied on deep scheming and keen observation, so she knew exactly what Cade wanted to ask.

' Looking back, she wondered when she had first lost herself. Mia had been an orphan taken in by the notorious McCray family. The McCrays of Raworth were famous for their wealth and power, yet no one knew that Hayes McCray, Kohen's elder brother, harbored a dark and twisted mind. He would often bring home attractive orphans and subject them to brutally cruel training methods. Those who survived the ordeal would become personal bodyguards for the McCray family, while those who failed were used as human targets in sadistic games played by Hayes and his fellow aristocrats. In short, all the orphans—regardless of gender—were nothing more than playthings for these privileged sons. Stripped of the