The Last Orphan Novels & Stories

I ignored all that and plopped down on the sofa and recalled all that happened in the past 24 hours. I thought about the lunch I missed, I never knew this would be the last time we would be together. If I knew I wouldn’t have fought with Tania and probably would be dead by now. Did those criminals know that they left one person behind? I was alone when reality slapped me on the face, I am an orphan, and I no longer have any parents or siblings. I cried and screamed my lungs out. My tears stopped after a long time and there were no more screams to be heard. My throat was hoarse and I had dried tears all over my face. Tired from all the screaming I slowly fell asleep.

He took a sharp step around the edge of the table, cutting off her path. “Claire. Please.” She stopped, her body freezing, but she didn't look back at him. Ethan lowered his voice, the raw desperation completely shattering his CEO composure. “I never... I never wanted things to end between us like this. You have to believe me.” Claire closed her eyes tightly for half a second, swallowing down the bitter taste of seven years of wasted loyalty. Then, she turned her head slowly, looking at him one last time. “Neither did I, Ethan.”

"Orion, the old woman, she claimed I'm the last lycan, the last descendant of the moon goddess. It's a lot to take in." "Wait you're what?"

Arnold had mentioned that before. ‘Oh, that means I don't need to explain anymore. As I recall, at that time Tere Walter was young, had just replaced the old Walter family head, and destroyed the child trafficking headquarters in Morozov.’ ‘Child trafficking headquarters? In Morozov?’ Martha nodded. ‘Of course, ordinary people like you won’t know about this. Not many people know. The police also didn't know because they disguised it as an orphanage. Arnold was arguably one of the lucky ones because he arrived in Morozov when Tere Walter attacked the headquarters to eliminate the business of child trafficking in Morozov. After that, Arnold was adopted by Tere Walter. You know the rest.’

“Uh-huh! You’ve been sending money to them since you started working at a legal age. What about it?” A bitter smile crept onto my lips. I don’t wanna tell anyone about it, but I think I need someone to talk to. I badly need to let it out. “The orphanage will be demolished by the developers. And Alan, the kid from the orphanage, is currently in the ICU. He’s sick, and it’s not looking good.” “I’m sorry, I can’t help you…” Shaking my head, I smiled at her. “I’m already thankful that you’re here to listen.”

It was an abstract art, titled ‘Chaos’. The bold and harsh strokes mirrored the internal chaos that was filled with pain, chaos, and desperation… Jonas leaned back against the desk, leaving his usual careless arrogance aside as his face turned serious again. “Well, the orphanage was destroyed by a fire five years ago. The locals say it was a tragic accident, but nobody knows for sure. I'm still looking for the director of the orphanage, hopefully she will have some answers for us.” A muscle ticked in my jaw as I studied the jagged lines of the painting.

"Every gift you ever gave us came in two. Except the cake. Why am I always last?" The room went quiet. He frowned. "This is how it's always been. What's wrong with you today?" My mother shot me a look. "She's older. She's better. That's the order. If you were half as good as her, you'd go first." I had nothing left to say. Grace made her wish. The family sang around her. When it was my turn, the candles had almost burned out. Dante shrugged. "No more candles. Wishes don't mean anything anyway. You can make one next year, Eleanor."

His knees soaked in it, his hair was a mess, a cut on his cheek and splashes of crimson coating him. My eyes widened, “What.. what the fuck have you done, Antler!?” His eyes were hollow, not his usual ones, but a vacuum that indicated his emotions were either perished or locked in a trunk he would never open. “Killed the last remnant of the Sunshine Orphanage.” He gave a clear-cut reply before inclining on the couch. “Sunshine… Orphanage? Who was–” I stepped forward, to check which one of those bastards it was this time only to find the dead body of an unforeseen woman.

This was all Adam and I had managed to do with all our strength. Casper was indeed drawn over and walked to the door as if he was being guided by something else, just in time to hear Sydney say to her daughter. "And the last time I made you frame that witch, I clearly told you to fall harder! But in the end, all you had was a minor fracture!

Nadia When I was about to turn eighteen, surviving after leaving the orphanage was the first thing on my mind. What I hadn’t expected was that I’d be trapped in the orphanage, facing the director Cliff’s harassment. “You have one last chance to be adopted,” Cliff whispered in my ear. His breath fell hot on the side of my face. “Tomorrow an important person will be coming here, and I can arrange for you to make an appearance. A life of luxury is within your reach, Nadia.”