Orv Novel Novels & Stories

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

Zarun helped Aarav to make those idiots busy with him at work so He can Meet Oorvi. In class Oorvi is staring at the wall in front of her. She is thinking about her life that has become more trashy than it was before. Manav is planning to get her married to Romil as soon as possible. She wants to do nothing with Romil; marrying him is like signing her life with the devil himself. But little did she know that The real Devil is in love with her madly and is ready to trap her in his hell that only she can turn in heaven and turn the devil in an angel only for her.

Every other thing had gone well but as she had settled to dive into one of the new novels she had purchased earlier this month, she had barely completed a chapter when Oriana had decided to grace her with her deafening wails all because of a romance movie. “What's so special about it anyway?” Ori's head immediately snapped to look at her as the words left her mouth. She was already dreading opening her mouth. She just had to say something, didn't she? She could've just taken the opportunity to retreat into her idyllically tranquil niche. Her most trusted source of solace in times of the grief in her life with the name, Oriana but no, she had to open her big yap.

There, a thin panel at the back of the shelf seemed slightly out of place, as if it had been forced in. Theo moved in closer. “Boss?” I pressed against the panel, and it popped loose. In the darkened space behind it, I discovered a small leather notebook, covered in dust and mold. My heart raced as I slowly pulled it out. The initials embossed on the cover were unmistakable. A.O. Adrian Orlov. A frown crossed my face. Adrian wasn’t one for reading; he preferred to collect fine wines, while books were never really his thing. I took it out, the cool leather sending a shiver through my palm. Theo straightened at the sight of my expression.

Orviille walked towards his room number and unlocked the door with the room given to him. He walked in and locked the door casually. He went inside the bathroom and showered. He walked out with only a towel but he was stupefied when he saw a lady seated on his bed with only a bra and a pant. She was sitting in the most seductive way and looking into his face. Orville thought that her face was familiar but he couldn't particular place where he had met her.

“I didn’t give him the opportunity to give you any information that Declan may have had. The Luna of the Orphans, the oldest child living in that hell house is my mate. She contacted me in a panic attack over Micah and his sister after she gave them to Declan. She knows the support needed to get him through this type of poisoning doesn’t exist in her pack. She doesn’t trust me or my pack but we are all she has.” I shiver as a cold breeze sweeps down the main path reminding me of where we are. I’m staring down the slim path that we created and named The Blue Ridge path as it leads directly into their territory. It’s the sounds of a motor starting in the distance that snaps me out of my daze a

Chapter 113 The days after that night felt like a turning point. Stefan and I had stepped into uncharted territory, no longer bound by the weight of past mistakes, but driven by the potential of something new. Something that had always been there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to emerge. The connection we had—no longer a result of manipulation or circumstance—was built on a deeper understanding, a shared desire to move forward.

Chapter 87: Lena's POV The letter came in the early hours of the morning, and it completely tore my world apart. Olivia was gone despite all the security and everything. My heart pounded as I read the short but devastating news: Orin had done it again. He had dispatched his guards, swords drawn, to kill her. The letter painted a gruesome picture of what they said they found: Olivia’s body unresponsive, blood spilling from her as her predators left her to die without mercy.

my wolf taunts. At the door, Orvax stands against the frame, holding up a lantern and for a minute, my brain shortcircuits and I forget how to breathe. The soft golden light carves out the sharp shadows across his face making him look almost otherworldly. His clothes are different now and his hair is slightly damp. He must have taken a shower before coming here. "Hi…” he breathed, his gaze locking on mine. "Did I interrupt your reading?” He is looking beyond me to the book that is now face down on the table.

“I will. Let’s see each other after this.” Ashriel nodded and they went on their way. After arming herself, Olive took a few deep breaths, calming her racing heart, before looking at Oriana. “You prepared?” Oriana nodded reluctantly. “Yeah. Just… Just nervous. It’s my first time fighting in a real war.” Olive patted her back. “And it will be the last time.” She smiled and with their cue, the plan started. Oriana nodded and turned back but stopped upon meeting Donovan. She became alert.