Novel & Cerita Orphan

“My father died when I was still young. Mom died when I was in the 3rd year of high school.” "How about your school? Who supported you? Your other relatives?” She reached for the cheesecake and nibbled on it. She ate a small piece before answering. "I don't have any relatives left, as far as I know. I went to an orphanage. They helped me find a sponsor, so I could study up for college.” "How about siblings?" "Only child." "How about your in-laws?" "They don't like me." Infinity saw his frown. "Why don't they like you?"

Years passed before fate decided to be dramatic again. A year ago, Elio found the son he had lost. At least, everyone believed he had. His wife was dead by then, and the missing boy had become Sebastian Merrick—a billionaire with a capital B. Just hearing his name made everyone in the room sit a little straighter. Naturally, my father saw an opportunity. The old friendship between him and Elio magically repaired itself, and before I could even blink, my marriage was arranged. To Sebastian. Unfortunately for my father...

CHAPTER III Aida O’ Mara Pax was lonelier than he ever was, ever since Alexa left. He barely talked to anyone at the orphanage. As few days passed, he didn’t notice any kid he knew around. He was left there all alone, just waiting to be adopted. All the kids from his batch were already wanted as each person’s child. Nobody wanted him. He was saying to himself, “Nobody wants you, Pax. You’re just a messy, nerd. You’re useless for sure. Why would somebody adopt you?” His thinking was intervened by the creak of a door.

Not after learning of my dead brother. Can I call him my brother? Why do I want to? It would be nice to have one. Very nice to have one. Being an only child is lonely. If I can even consider myself a child of his. How did I even get here? I was thinking about Gregory. That’s right. Gregory. What if he isn’t actually dead? Then I would have a brother. Fuck it.

I put my own hand on the empty tomb. "And I am going anyway, and I need you to understand why, because it is not foolishness. I have been an orphan my whole life. I grieved two parents I never got to know. One of them turned out to be alive in a cellar, and I almost did not get her, and every day I have her now is a day I nearly lost. If there is even a chance the other one is down there, alive, after eighteen years, then there is no trap in the world she could build that would keep me from going to look. She is not baiting a queen, Hunter. She is baiting an orphan, and orphans do not get to be se

Orphan! That’s what keeps ringing through my mind. I was now an orphan. Parent-less, pack-less. I refused to be a victim, a charity case that the Lycan royal family took pity on. I didn’t plan to return to the Sagar pack after training anyway so this now seals that fate. Although the realisation that Caleb and his parents will have nothing to do with me now does sting.

Britany Santos entered the password, entered the internal system, and found yesterday's work record. Britany Santos looked at the report at a glance. That's Ellen Saline 's self-statement. "I'm an orphan. You may not believe it, but the truth is, I am indeed an orphan. Before I always don't understand why my parents are so biased towards me, obviously I am also their daughter, how can they ignore my existence so much? All the good things, they should leave to the younger brother. Even if my brother doesn't like it at all, they will never give it to me.

It is a constant reminder of the absence of family, of the void that cannot be filled. I lie there, tears staining the pillow beneath my head. I can't help but feel the weight of my orphaned status pressing down on me. It is as if the world has deemed me unwanted, cast me aside, and left me to navigate this vast and unforgiving world alone. The room, with its lack of warmth and comfort, amplifies this sense of abandonment, leaving me feeling adrift and isolated.

The sound of footsteps receding makes me release the breath I didn't even know I was holding. The place has been dead silent for close to thirty minutes. The full weight of being an orphan falls on my shoulders. The loudest sob broke through me before I could even comprehend it. My entire body is shaking. I'm an orphan. I'm being chased. My body trembles as the memories of my parents' passing flash before my eyes, all in less than fifteen hours of celebration. I wish there was no party. I wish I had asked them to take me out instead.

Until then you are not allowed any contact with your family. All Tierra's mother got from her daughter was the $100 she would earn every week and a letter to let her mother know she's okay. Thankfully Tierra made friends with one of the soldiers and she would ask him to go check on her mother. Dan was his name. He was a nice guy, hated the king like every other person in this country. Nobody knows what made the king so angry. After his wife died he became cruel and changed all the laws in the country. Black people had no rights. If you were black, you knew what your future job was. A slave.