Orphan Black Pop Funko Novels & Stories

"The bigger corporation makes money from leasing. We have art shows, car auctions, date-a-socialite auctions, pharmaceuticals that can sponsor through the BlackWell Foundation, and the parties." "Parties?" Sebastian perks up. "Yes, parties, I may be young and slightly uptight but the party scene brings in money." River rolls his eyes. "Elite parties, celebrity photos, partying with the upper-east side rich-kids and influencers. Proceeds go to buying and investing in these businesses. Money is also in streaming and having young lgbtq influencers shouting out our charities on their videos that get millions of views per day, boosts exposure. We want to pull in the crowd. Buy apartment buildings

There's been no humanity left in my older brother for almost three years now. Elio loses his balance, and I rush forward to pick him up. He reeks of alcohol and tobacco. My older brother starts laughing darkly and snaps his fingers to the side. Before we know it, a housekeeper comes out of nowhere and hands my brother a cane. The cane is a perfect reflection of him. Black steel with no decoration whatsoever. Cold, icy, and empty on the inside. My eyes remain on the pommel, eliciting yet another laugh from Elio. So I finally look up at him, and his glassy eyes continue to stare back at me.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

“Boring, no fun?” She rolled her eyes and shrugged. “Okay, maybe he isn’t that boring. He’s in 10th grade; he is in the football team and also in this very boring band. I don’t think they are going to last through the school year; the drummer is dating Noah’s ex-girlfriend, and it’s causing issues in the group…” Her eyes were twinkling with delight as she began to tell me about her older brother and his band woes, but I wasn’t listening; my mind kept wandering to his perfectly handsome face.

Kelly said with a giggle, as she carefully walked to the table and left a ceramic bowl there, which was filled to the brim with the same tonic from my previous life. She let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat on her forehead using the back of her hand, before she came to me and stood in front of me. Kelly did not say anything to me for the next few seconds. Rather, she simply stared, before finally, she broke the silence, saying, “You look so ethereal, sister. It's no wonder you are the star and pride of our Red Moon pack”. Kelly's smile looked so innocent. One would even think she was a saint.

Lyra “This one is even worse,” Bianca sighed, scrolling through the comments under the pictures. “‘She got drunk for attention? Well, she’s certainly getting it now—and not from her foster brother, who she has a creepy crush on! Dumb bitch had it coming.’” Bianca had been reading the comments out loud to me for ten minutes now. I knew exactly what she was doing—pretending to be angry on my behalf while she was really just mocking me.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I saw their family photos and all I can say is… “They’re good looking huh.” Count Bourbon has red hair, he looks like an idol. No, to be exact all of them look like an idol, Fionna has long brown hair, I can’t deny the fact that she’s pretty. My siblings are all good looking and confident, do they even know they have a younger sibling?

"He's so serious." Lucas chuckled. "You're not wrong." Pete overheard the conversation and immediately joined in. "That's because he's always with Park." He nodded solemnly. "The boy inherited Park's dark, complicated, and terrifying personality." Park slowly turned his head. "I heard that." Pete remained completely unfazed. "Good." Park narrowed his eyes. Pete smirked. Across the table, Ethan and Belle exchanged amused glances while watching Neo continue monitoring Amber's meal like a tiny nutritionist.

I may never know the answers to the many questions, and I doubt I have a peaceful future ahead of me. Everyone in the pack hates me, well, everyone but my best friend, Jessica Tompson, another orphan. Her parents were killed in a rouge attack on the pack when she was only seven. With her family all dead, even though she was born into the pack, she became an orphan like me. Except when she hits seventeen, she gets her wolf and her place at the pack house. I, unlike her, will become a pack slave. I won't even get my powers till the next full moon after my seventeenth birthday, not that I have anyone to teach me how to use them.