Novel & Cerita Orphan

One boy yelled back at her mother disrespectfully. "Right! People like you only bring disaster to this town!" the other one agreed. "Brother Fatty, didn't we hear from the elders that it was only Méah who's a bad luck in their family?" the smallest one whispered to the fat boy beside him. "So I think we should just go at Méah. Her parents don't have anything to do with her. She's an orphan anyway." When Méah the familiar word 'orphan', her vision went all dark. She could feel her head bloating from the heat that started gathering within her.

I sigh aloud. Children of all ages are playing and laughing in the hall where I'm sitting with Patricia. Their cheerful and carefree laughs are reaching to my ears. Patricia is also looking at them, "Once Alexis said that strong women don't cry." "Who is Alexis?" "You don't know her. She is the new counselor and she is very good." "You know what's the worst disadvantage of being an orphan?" I say. Her eyes wait for my response. "That you're lonely. You don't have family, siblings or relatives. You only rely on good friends. No one is there to help you with your problems. No one is your backbone."

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in

They couldn’t keep up with the changing times. “May I say something?” Melody piped up. “I know I’m not an alpha, but I have a point that should be thought of.” Basically, there were a few silent shrugs before they waited for her to carry on with her words. “I was thinking about orphaned shifters. Not the ones within packs. But the ones who’s parents were lone wolves or rogues. They can easily end up within the human foster system. We need to do something for them. Then there’s packs and dens that collapse. We need a fallback system for those people, so they don’t become victim of isolation.”

Mariko opened the screen of her phone to search in their database regarding the details of the child she just saved. Mariko saw a picture of a child holding a white rabbit pushy. ‘Sophie McCartney Carter. Five years old.’ “What the... Are these all the details about the kid? They didn’t put the names of her parents here,” she muttered after reading the information about the child. Mariko tapped the search bar and typed Orianna’s name. Her right brow raised as she read the data about Orianna. ‘Orianna McCartney. 25 years old. Entrepreneur. Owner of Pearl of Orianna’s, McCartney jewels, SofiMalls. Billionaire. Status: Divorced.’ She smirked as she saw her status. “They wrote ‘Divorced’ but did

Green eyes revealed her heart's gloominess. A pang happened in his heart and he drowned in extreme pain. So all the time, this thought was wandering in her mind. Was she still afraid that he would abandon her? "No, you aren't!" He firmly answered her and gave her assurance "An orphan means someone who does not have a blood relative who cannot provide care and love to that person, but you have a grandmother with whom you have a blood relationship and who loves you so much." Black eyes showed a faint glow of sadness.

Nyxoria replied. “You’re not an orphan, Nyxoria,” Ora replied quietly. Nyxoria shrugged. "I lost both my parents, I was there when they were buried so of course I am an orphan." Ora sighed. "Fine, I am sorry for using your body to seek justice."

It was a sanctuary from the chaos of the party, and I relished the solitude. I wandered along the stone path, the night air cool against my skin, and I found myself drawn to a secluded bench nestled beneath a tall willow tree. I sank onto it, my gown billowing around me, and let out a sigh of relief. My heart was heavy, burdened by the weight of the secrets and the overwhelming sense of loneliness that had come to define my existence. I had been thrust into a world of fantasy and horror, one where I felt like an outsider, disconnected from the people around me.

Life is not a fairy tale. Life is hard and painful. It is dark and empty. And maybe it's a Fairy Tale for most people, maybe it is happy and always sunny, but that's not the case for me. Who am I? Well, my name is Rain. I have no last name, just Rain. I'm an orphaned witch in the Blue River werewolf pack. I always wondered what my parents were like and why they abandoned me in a wolf pack, of all places. Did they not love me? Was I a mistake? Are they even still alive? I may never know the answers to the many questions, and I doubt I have a peaceful future ahead of me.

Alex's family history had always been shrouded in mystery. When I met his father for the first time, I could tell he was a high-ranking wolf despite being a rogue. Perhaps he once belonged to a pack before leaving and setting out on his own. Then again, maybe Alex's mother had something to do with it all. When Alex returned to Montana and reunited with me. Something shifted within him. The final straw broke Blade free from whatever held him back was when I flirted with Mr. Giovanni––it set Blade free to be with me instead.