Orphan Black Novel Novels & Stories

, she said. “Wait, he killed my grandfather?”, I asked, shocked. “He had your grandfather poisoned. It was part of his plan to see your father ascend so that you would be born.” “What an evil piece of shit.”, Cass piped up. Tilda nodded. “For a long time, the Astrydians and surrounding packs just believed him to be gone. Things were quiet, peaceful. People were happy. Then he returned, on the night of your third birthday. It was found out later that he began a pack in Ireland. He called it Olc, evil in gaelic. He had taken his oracle with him. His plan was to take you and keep you hidden until your eighteenth birthday, when he could mark and mate you himself. But he not his oracle ever saw Q

Black blood oozed up through her white shirt. "Ungrateful daughter. You never were good enough," she spat. Black blood leaked from the corner of her mouth. I knew she thought that about me, but hearing her say it was still a blow. It brought that warm happiness down even lower. Isabell twisted her fingers. Icy dark pain lanced through my shoulder again, forcing it to move. Just like a poison, it had infected me, giving her control over my limb. I watched as my hand drew the sword from her chest. She rose as I was pushed backward. The warm pink light died within me as the darkness took over.

“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

his fingers trace idle patterns on her hip while he waits for her answer, content just to hold her like this while she relaxes against him. “Ohhh, a detective novel,” Harper said playfully and her gaze roamed over the book cover for the novel ‘The orphanage by the Lake’ by Daniel G. Miller. The title is written in large white capital letters at the top of the cover, where ‘ORPHANAGE’ and ‘LAKE’ appears in larger font. The centre of the cover features a large, old mansion situated directly beside a lake. The mansion appears symmetrical, with multiple windows and several chimneys rising from the roof. One or two windows glows with warm yellow light, standing out against the otherwise dark buil

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

I was an island of weakness in a sea of strength I could never possess. I was Novah Thorne. Omega. Stalker. Burden. Pawn. Broken. And tomorrow, while they discussed future alignments over dinner with Loveth’s family, I’d be here. Alone. Trying to figure out how to ‘fix’ an unfixable disaster, assigned by a teacher, demanded by an Alpha who despised me, in a life that felt like it was hurtling towards a dark, loveless abyss. The slow crush wasn't just pressing down anymore; it had me pinned, breathless, waiting for the final, inevitable weight to fall.

Stephen Black killed my father because he feared my father would gain too much control—too many shares, too much influence. So I’ll make sure he loses everything. His company, his power, his legacy. And then, I’ll kill him. But for that to happen, I need to get inside the company. I need to get close to Xander. Just thinking about him stirs feelings I shouldn’t have. I close my eyes and let sleep take me.

My words sent a shockwave through Derick and Jasmine, their faces a picture of pure horror. With a sly grin, I hit play on the recorder for all to hear. Jasmine's moans and Derick's breathy gasps were not the only things captured; their treacherous whispers filled the room. "Thanks for swapping the kids, darling. Our little one's destined to rule the roost now! "Lily's boy is your own blood. He's sick, and we're just leaving him to suffer. Doesn't that break your heart?"