Orphan Black Pop Funko Novels & Stories

Five years after the freeze, Maya Chen turned thirty-three years old. The alliance—now officially part of the Northeastern Confederation—celebrated with actual cake. Real eggs, real flour, real sugar from confederation agricultural operations. Not abundant. Not like the old world. But real. Forty-seven children sang off-key birthday songs. Fifteen infants cried. 1,847 people—the confederation had grown—gathered in what they now called Unity Square. Daniel presented a gift: A leather-bound journal. Hand-made by confederation craftspeople. "For recording history. So the children know how we got here."

Nothing was really different than normal. "Ariel, we're going home this year." Polly said as they walked to the cafeteria. "Polly, I can't go to homecoming. They always run out of tickets." Ariel explained. "Yeah, when you try to purchase a ticket or any other Black person for that matter. It's so wack, Ariel. You deserve to have just as much fun as anyone else. So we're going to homecoming together. I heard the theme this year is Starfall ball. It's going to be so pretty and you can not wear your usual dresses." Polly said.

I’m happy he does, it’s just I don’t is all. “I know that look miss Savannah. One of my granddaughters is an Orphan. When she first came home and I made her some cocoa, I used to see that look quite often”. Wait… if she was an orphan… he sees the wheels turning. “Yes, my dear… not all families are linked by blood you know”.

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

After finding out that I'm the illegitimate daughter of the richest man in town, Frank Gibson, I excitedly rush over to meet my biological father. But the moment I arrive at his mansion, I discover that 98 other illegitimate daughters are already lined up to claim him as their father. It turns out Frank's only son has died, and he now needs an heir for his trillion-dollar fortune. So, he gathers all his illegitimate daughters and plans to choose the strongest candidate through a competition. I know I don't stand a chance against the others. Just as I hang my head in disappointment and prepare to leave, a line of text suddenly appears before my eyes. "Don't go, darling! It's your mom. I

Maxina Heart wasn't the McDonald's family's biological daughter. Their real daughter was long gone. She died at the hands of the human traffickers. Maxina shared the same name as their daughter, which was unlucky from the start. She had been with the traffickers for as long as she could remember. She didn't know her real parents. A year ago, the McDonald family mistakenly took her for their daughter and brought her home. Maxina wanted to see if they were worthy of the girl who was dead because of their mistake. They weren't. Maxina Heart died at the end of that year because her friend's family chose Karen, an adopted daughter who replaced the real Maxina. Now, she's back, and she

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

“I drew Mommy, Daddy Adrian, Daddy Sebastian, Salma, Bunny, Barbie, Uncle Javier, Grandma and Grandpa, and one mean bird.” “Who’s the bird?” I asked. “The one that wanted to take my gelato.” “Makes sense.” She pulled something from the front pocket of her backpack. “And look! I got a new charm.” My hand, which had been fixing her hair, stopped. Poppy held the small thing up to the light. A unicorn. A tiny pearl-white charm, with a pale-purple mane, a gold horn, and a small metal star hanging beneath it. Cute. Cheap, but shiny enough to make a four-year-old believe she had found treasure.

I answered. “I would use that ability and pay close attention to her scent. Since she is a dark angel, it is possible that your pup could be a rare metallic angel. It is written that the only other two documented dark angels gave birth to children that bore powers associated with metals. One was said to have wings that were golden in color and that the child was able to control all things made from gold. The other child was said to have wings that were dark grey but then faded to silver at the tips. This child could control multiple different metals.” Eivor explained.

“They’re ugly, but they have really pretty pearls inside them. I even found a black one, but Ceto said that that one was too little to play with. I want to find a pink one.” As they reached the corner, Brutus too close behind them for Angel’s liking, she heard Michael say, “I want to give it to Angel, ’cause she’s a girl and girls like pink. ’Cept Rainbow doesn’t. She likes blue, but I don’t think they make blue pearls. What’s your favor¬ite color, Logan? I like red the best, then blue. We had lots of blue stuff…” Logan glanced at her as they turned the corner, but Angel pretended to misinterpret his don’t do anything foolish look. She’d do whatever it took to make sure they got out alive.