Max Coleman Orphan Novels & Stories

Life is not a fairy tale. Life is hard and painful. It is dark and empty. And maybe it's a Fairy Tale for most people, maybe it is happy and always sunny, but that's not the case for me. Who am I? Well, my name is Rain. I have no last name, just Rain. I'm an orphaned witch in the Blue River werewolf pack. I always wondered what my parents were like and why they abandoned me in a wolf pack, of all places. Did they not love me? Was I a mistake? Are they even still alive? I may never know the answers to the many questions, and I doubt I have a peaceful future ahead of me.

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.

Magnus had finally let out his stored anger for him. "You want answers? Then we'll give you!" Hail's voice filled the whole place. Claude and Silas are calming him down while Saint is next to Magnus. Silence enveloped the area as the five of them took the time to calm down. Anger will not resolve anything. It will not give proper answers and peace of mind. Actions and words driven by anger are really dangerous. It can destroy relationships, start a war and even cost a life. "The five of us are the Royal Orphans of Red Woods. The woman earlier is Queen Amanda and her husband who's not present is King Vulture." Silas talked in a serious tone. Jet laughed like crazy while Raze is looking at Sil

Simon rolled his eyes, hating being represented, for the umpteenth time, as the ungrateful son who didn't think about the future and would die without leaving any descendants. On one hand, he understood his mother. Orphaned at the age of ten, Mirela had spent many years in an orphanage. Whenever she talked about that time, it was with the sadness of losing family ties and successive rejections due to her age. Joy only returned when she remembered how she had met her husband and together formed the family of her dreams. Or almost, she emphasized, looking at Simon. She cherished family. Practical Simon cherished himself.

I say to her. “Okay, ma’am,” she replied, taking the files and walking out. I was the only one left in my office, and I turned to my computer, searching Norman’s name on G****e. Lots of articles popped up about him, and I was curious. The first article I saw was about his parents, and apparently, they died in a car accident. I clicked on it, and I read it, reading through different articles. His parents died when he was only 16 years old, and he became an orphan. He has no siblings, and his relatives all refused to foster him after their deaths, so he stayed in the orphanage for 2 years. He left the orphanage when he turned 18 and worked some odd jobs. Then he met Dad, who became his godfath

Allen smirked and thought about this. Truly, he was an orphan and he was raised by his grandmother. His parents died in a plane crash when he was five at a business meeting. His grandma had been pressuring him recently to get a girlfriend at least, but Allen, being so serious with life, had never found a match. Right now, his grandma would be the happiest person in the world to hear about his love for Camilla. “I don’t know,” Allen ended up answering dishonestly. “My sponsor might gain something, but she has never told me.”

I need to have my revenge, I need to make the two maniacs pay who abused my childhood and stole my life away from me. I began to remember the name of the orphan that my second parents found me. It is the Carmelian Nuns Orphanage and I immediately wrote it down and took my laptop inside the bag and searched about it. Good thing that it wasn’t hard to find and it is still open now. I read a brief history of the orphanage. It was founded by the Carmelian nuns when they first went here and until now it is still run by the same nuns. That’s great. I have a chance to talk to the nun who takes good care of me there. I just want to know who brought me to them. I want to know my life there before my

Miss Camille exclaimed, “Is this sum of money really donated by Charlie? Oh my god! Charlie is such a promising young man now!” Mrs. Lewis said with great satisfaction, “Charlie heard that there are many new children who have recently arrived at the orphanage. He knows that we are facing some financial difficulties, so he decided to donate one million dollars to the orphanage!” “His friend has also decided to donate another one million dollars to the orphanage because he was giving Charlie face!”

"Well, it's never going to happen." He looked over at Camille. Despite how much her stubborn attitude usually annoyed him, Maxwell couldn't stand the thought of an orphanage full of kids suffering just because of corporate family politics. He had ten billion sitting in his accounts. What was saving an orphanage to him? It was pocket change. "I'll cover the orphanage," Maxwell said directly, his voice calm, steady, and entirely serious. "Tell me how much it needs. I'll clear all the outstanding accounts and fund the operating costs right now."

I asked Cole while my eyes were fixed on the TV. To be honest, I couldn’t understand what I was watching because my thoughts were wandering all over the place. I saw him smile from my peripheral view. “The truth is, I was just a child when I ended up under Anderson’s care. They found me wandering on the streets back then. I escaped from the orphanage I grew up in because I didn’t get along with the other kids there.” I heard him take a deep breath. “They took me in, cared for me, dressed me, educated me, and gave me a home. So, I owe them a great deal. If they hadn’t seen me on that day, I probably wouldn’t be alive now due to hunger.”