Orphaned Book Novels & Stories

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

Micky immediately clapped his hands in glee. "That's great! If Daddy divorces Mommy, that means Daddy can marry Ingy! And Ingy can be our real mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Can you get divorced now? Please?" Corbin was rooted to his spot for a few seconds in shock. Then, he burst out laughing and asked, "Oh, is this a new tactic of yours? Do you really think that you'll be able to survive on your own without the Stallone family's support? That's enough nonsense from you, Skylar Greene!"

Little did he know about light for there was not a day with it. I was staring blankly wanting no more than just an empty space for myself. "I am lucky." I chuckled at the thought. Well, at least that's what most people say. They said not to wallow in my misery and that I was given a chance to move forward to get a taste of what life could bring. But still, I doubted it. Is living alone lucky? I questioned it and every time I did, the pain of the past triples and it is making me more helpless. After my parents died, I grew up living in the orphanage. The nuns talked to me whenever they had the time and there was a therapist who guided me out of the trauma I went through. I was treated there n

He says as he sits on the edge of the bed and places his hand over mine, making me look up at him. "Are Jess and Orian okay?" I say, barely above a whisper, as my heart starts to beat erratically. "They are fine. It's about the orphanage. They found the orphanage up in flames when they arrived on the pack's territory." He says, and my heart feels like it stopped beating. "The kids all got out safely, but there is no sign of the orphanage mother." "She tried to kill them!" I whisper as I feel Dosha starts pacing in my mind.

Nine remained. And one of them? Was crossed out by someone else. LOCATION: EDGE OF THE OLD CITY – ABANDONED LIBRARY TIME: 8:33 a.m. The books here were rotting. Histories no one wanted. Bloodlines no one respected. Solene moved through them like a shadow without a past because the stories left inside these walls were the kind that erased people like her. She knelt in the back corner. Pulled a volume from the stone shelf. Dust covered the title:

The rest of the page was blank There was nothing about their gifts and nothing in this book helped with unblocking Kris’s. The last book was the orange one and it was completely blank not a single letter was found in the book. I shook my head, even magic played games with me. I sat the orange book down thinking about going on a search of my own to see if this place was holding back on me when my eyes caught the giant red book in the middle of the table I didn't even here it land on the table.

Sophia The orphanage retained the scent of smoke. It clung to the walls, to the furniture, to the air that I inhaled, like a reminder of what had happened. I stood in the remains of what had been the children's library, my fists clenched at my hips. The bookshelves were burnt half-way, some scattered on the floor, their cracked and blackened spines gleaming. Ash swirled in the sun through the shattered windows, coating the desecrated remains of the world I'd built for them.

They are quiet the whole time. The spacious library filled with towering bookshelves welcomed the Reds. No one was there except from them and the old lady in the counter. Lead by Silas, they went to the furthest part of the library where the oldest books are found. Silas and Saint grabbed two books and brought it with them to a room exclusive only for Royals like them. "To start, we will study first the history of Red Woods," Silas stared at the three guys in front of him.

he said as he smiled at her. She glanced back to him and rolled her eyes then looked back up. “I know a little bit. I like to read all the stories about the ancient Earth gods. They were some mighty strange folks. Like that constellation right there, that’s Antares. It’s my favorite story of all. You see, this gentleman named Orpheus could charm everyone with his magical harp. He could even stop battles with the beautiful music he played on it. One day he married a beautiful woman, I can’t recollect her name, but on their wedding night she was bitten by a snake and died. He had to go all the way to hell to find her soul and bring her back to the land of the living because he loved her so muc

Ophelia shook her head. “Barely.” “That’s strange.” “Very.” She opened the first book. “Spring Court. Summer Court. Autumn Court. High Fae Court.” Her finger stopped. “Then there’s this.” I leaned closer. A section of pages had been removed. Not torn. Cut. Carefully. “What was there?” “No idea.” Sam opened another book. “Same thing.” More missing pages. Kazan’s expression hardened. “Someone removed Winter.” “From your own library?” I asked.