Orphan Black Novel Novels & Stories

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

She knew they orphaned her and worst of all it was all her fault. Ebony tries to shake the thoughts and memories from her head and scanned her room as she always does. Her few fabrics laid on the floor that she calls her bed are all tossed about. All of her belongings set about are still in place. After her check she looks out a hole in the wall above her head only to see the sun hasn't even gone up yet, knowing she isn't going to be able to get back to sleep she decides to go check on the others in the house. After her parents' tragic death The others in the karma sector let her keep the house due to not feeling right about kicking an orphan child to the curb like that. So Ebony decided

Black's POV I finally got home after a long day. As usual, our house was empty. Everything's been so lively lately that everytime I come home, I feel a little lonely. I sighed and immediately lied down as soon as I got into my room. I closed my eyes, but I didn't sleep. I just didn't want to see everything so colorless. I didn't used to mind how colorless everything was. I just let the days pass while I slowly withered away. I never thought the day would come when I'd feel so hopeless again.

A few days after the disappearance of Sophie Novak, eye witnesses say that Holloway did in fact, return to the Maddox's home to pay his respects for their missing baby. 'Bits and pieces of Mia's life at the orphanage are depicted in a book she wrote last year named, Superfluous. Her book became a New York Time's best sellers, and she became instantly famous. The ending of her book went as follows, 'The most terrifying experience of an orphan occurs at the end of the day when you look at the orphanage's building structure, and realize that you're still there. You're still on your own. You're left to face the world by yourself, with no family to call yours, and no home to go back to. You're ju

Even as I withered, I still bore traces of him. "Ives, don't do this." Rhianne was visibly flustered. Born a pauper, she had never in a million years imagined someone like him entering her life. But fate had been kind to her. Ivor was drawn to her, and Jeffrey pitied her. Her rightful identity as the Shaw family's true daughter propelled her from the bottom to the top. In the process, I was stripped of everything I had. There was no doubt that she was lucky but also deeply unfortunate.

"We gave you the canvas. We gave you the ink. If you can't figure out the plot by now, you deserve to be canceled." The girl flinched. Marcus lowered his head. "She's right," Marcus whispered. "The era of the Firstborn is over. The era of the Blackwood begins." "No." I gripped Elodie's hand tighter. "The era of the human ends. That’s all. Just be kind to the wolves, Marcus. And don't let anyone buy a suit." "A suit?" Marcus frowned. "Never mind." I looked back at Elodie. The light was fading from the sky. The bruising purple was turning to a deep, absolute black. The stars in this world weren't distant suns; they were the eyes of the ones we’d lost, watching from the moon.

“Planned. All of it.” I reached out and turned the page myself. My fingers left bloody prints on the screen. There was a whole section about Omegas. Rare Omegas. Ones born every few hundred years with power that can break curses or make entire packs unstoppable. My name was not on the page yet, but there was a blank line waiting. And under it, in my father’s handwriting: Raven Blackthorne – last chance or final weapon. I stepped back as if the screen burned me. Ethan grabbed my hand, his palm was warm. “Baby, look at me.”

In my peripheral vision, I notice Daciana has gone completely still, her face pale. “That... was different,” Blackwood finally manages, his voice barely above a whisper. “How?” “Elara was...” He struggles to find words that won’t damn him further, acutely aware of his audience. “She was an orphan. Nobody liked her. She had no family, no connections.” The casual dismissal of a person’s worth based on their lack of family ties turns my stomach. I’ve dealt with enough political maneuvering to recognize when someone is being treated as disposable, but this barefaced admission disgusts me.

The silence in Oakhaven wasn't a gift; it was a wall. For three years, Seraphina Blackwood had lived in a small, wooden cabin that smelled of dried lavender and old books. She didn't have a phone, and she didn't want visitors. To the rest of the world, she was a ghost. To her pack, she was a girl who had been broken by an Alpha and left to rot in the woods. But to herself, Sera was just a woman trying to survive the noise in her head.

The deep sea was a realm of shattered black silk, a crushing, obsidian abyss where the light of the sun had never dared to reach. Outside the titanium hull of the Black Rose lead submarine, the ocean was a chaotic mess of cavitation and churning white foam. The low-frequency hum of twelve synchronized nuclear engines rose into a deafening, subsonic roar—a death symphony conducted by a woman who had finally run out of things to lose. Inside the command deck, the clinical red emergency lighting stretched the shadows of the crew into long, jagged knives, each one appearing ready to strike at the heart of the next.