The Last Orphan Novels & Stories

I was at the end, and I couldn't control my body anymore. I motioned for her to look at my bag. She pulled out the contract, and she broke down again after reading it. "Viola, you can't die! I won't allow it! You can't die!" She collapsed next to me, sobbing uncontrollably. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Only two hours left before I would leave this world. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Selena picked it up and showed me the screen. [Viola, after all these years of fighting with me, you finally lost! Your parents, your mate, and your son—they're all mine now! You've finally faced the truth, haven't you? In your parents' eyes, you'll never be better than me!]

- Come in," he says, in a thick voice that makes the hairs on the back of my neck tingle. He really isn't a boy anymore. (Iuri Stevens' vision) For about three years the orphanage has been abandoned, the last director caused it to fall into disrepair, now, a theme park has bought the place and will demolish it, but the fact that she makes donations doesn't answer the fact that she wants my father to buy it so badly... I wonder if she abandoned any children there. Since she went out with so many men, she might have accidentally gotten pregnant and put the child inside so as not to hinder her in her next conquests. This sucks!

And beneath it all, a gnawing guilt that I was using his kindness, his open heart, as a bandage for wounds I hadn’t healed. "Stop it," I muttered to myself, shifting the heavy box of cake boxes balanced precariously on my hip. The familiar gates of Lastenlinna came into view. Sanctuary. Purpose. Today, at least, I could focus on something real. Something good. The orphanage was buzzing, a hive of barely contained chaos. Sister Agnes, usually the picture of serene calm, was directing traffic with the fervor of a wartime general, her habit askew. Children darted like colourful minnows, clutching handmade paper flags or practising solemn bows. Someone, a faceless, generous someone had been spon

It had produced a life. ​I walked out into the corridor, my legs feeling heavy with a strange, peaceful exhaustion. Thorne was leaning against the opposite wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at me, and I saw the question in his eyes before he could speak. ​“A boy,” I said, a smile breaking across my face. “And Thorne… he’s perfect. He doesn’t have the iron in him.” ​Thorne let out a long, shuddering breath. He pulled me into his arms, his chin resting on the top of my head. “Then we really are the last of our kind, Winnie. The last of the monsters.”

My steps halted before entering, my eyes widened as my mouth hanged opened “An orphanage. “Hello, welcome to the crystal orphanage, do you wish to see how we operate or are you here to donate?” An old woman smiled at me wearing a scarf, my eyes look for Adrian who is already disappeared, apparently, the woman senses the distress on my face “Are you looking to meet,sir I mean Mr Adrian.” she says.

Like an afterthought. The status was resolved, but the details under it weren’t resolved at all. “One member survived.” “Female.” “Child.” “Placed deliberately.” Then the orphanage name appeared, and I froze. The same orphanage. The one my mother had left me at. The one my father secretly funded. The one where I grew up. The one where I met Lilith. My body started to lock in place. Slowly, I leaned back in my chair, staring up at the ceiling as if it might offer distance from what I had just read.

She'd stopped at nothing to steal everything from Elena—so they stripped away every shred of her dignity, leaving her humiliated and despised before all eyes. They spoke no words of vengeance. But every torment she'd inflicted on Elena, they returned to her tenfold. For five long years, Vivian clung to a miserable existence in endless shame and despair. Her once-delicate body withered under the weight of illness and bitterness. Lying in a crumbling storage room, staring up at the leaking roof, she replayed every choice she'd made—every life she'd destroyed—over and over. On a bitter winter night, she breathed her last.

The tension snapped violently tight. For a moment, I was completely torn - part of me wanted to kiss him, but another part wanted to lash out and hurt him. Maybe both. Then voices echoed somewhere deeper in the tunnels. The moment shattered. Near dawn, the ruins finally opened. I stopped dead. A huge city lay hidden deep beneath the ground, size stretching its massive out under the earth. Black stone towers rose beside massive bridges suspended over glowing crimson canals. Lanterns burned red through the darkness while crowds moved silently through narrow streets far below.

My body spasmed reflexively, and I curled into a trembling ball. When no scream came from me, Peyton turned his back and sneered, "One kick was enough to make you shut up? You're truly pathetic!" I felt blood flowing continuously from inside my body. Despair tearing at my heart. My unborn child had already become nothing more than a stain beneath me. Meanwhile, the child's father was carefully and tenderly helping his secretary onto the stretcher. "Hannah, be careful. Don't hurt yourself again." Hannah sobbed uncontrollably, holding up her burned index finger like a wounded animal.