The Orphan Collector Novels & Stories

“I’m fifteen“ she answered “Fifteen?“ My eyes widened in shock. How could a fifteen year old girl be in debt to a debt collector? “Well then, can I ask you a question Liza?“ I asked and she cheerfully replied “Sure Brother! Go ahead“ I gently dropped the wooden spoon and fork I’ve been holding and clasped both my hands on top of the table. I then proceeded to ask her my question “Can you tell me the reason why you asked money from that guy?“ The smile on her face vanished as she was about to answer the question. “I’m an Orphan now. I didn't got a chance to meet my Dad. Mom said he was killed during the demon subjugation roughly around 16 years ago. When my mother was still alive, she got ver

He is always fascinated about making himself clean and neat. “ You can have her in this house until we came up with a plan to get rid of her. Just a quick reminder, my executioner, she doesn’t belong to you. And a woman is nothing but a whore,” he finished his words with disgusts to the other species that causes him to embrace the darkness of life Gently, he patted my back before he walks out of the office leaving me in between some unknown feeling. Throughout the night, I just stare at the ceiling or tried to come up a plan to fucking get rid of her. Alpha Riley is right. If Alpha Vladimir is not looking for her then she’s useless for us. A nobody and just collateral damage of our revenge.

She should have been more grateful for her life and less complaining to her father. "Aiden, I think we came too early." Calistha gently nudged Aiden's arm when the two of them were in front of the orphanage which looked deserted and desolate. In the orphanage yard, Calistha can see some typical children's toys scattered in every corner of the large orphanage yard. Then on the right and left side of the orphanage, lined with very large pine trees and thick leaves, which emit a calming aura on the orphanage. Seeing how well-maintained the orphanage is, Calistha is sure that the orphanage must have many great donors. No wonder her father gave advice to put Luciana into this orphanage after her

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.

he turns and looks me in the eyes, grins, and grabs my hand instantly calming the turmoils I can feel growing in my gut. The moon was setting and up above a small clearing I could see the sun starting to poke up. Then I see things I could have never believed, a town...hidden. I didn’t know there was a town this close to the orphanage, but at the same time, we have walked for hours. So who knows where we now are. All I know is I only now have what I am wearing on my back, and under no circumstances can I return to the orphanage now. The consequences of my actions would get me beaten, to within an inch of my life. And boy did Frances like give out the strap, she smiled after every lash, and

I’m happy he does, it’s just I don’t is all. “I know that look miss Savannah. One of my granddaughters is an Orphan. When she first came home and I made her some cocoa, I used to see that look quite often”. Wait… if she was an orphan… he sees the wheels turning. “Yes, my dear… not all families are linked by blood you know”.

Jet lit up a bulb, “Well, don’t you want to give it a try now? Since you said that those artifacts belonged before the war, maybe you’ll find your parents there.” “I am hoping for a congratulatory call from the Chairman.” “What about asking the elders? Like Jaime? Maybe he knows something,” Jet suggested again. “We never got answers.” And that’s Jet’s final straw. It looks like finding the orphans’ real parents is harder than finding Jet and Raze’s real identity. They have bits and living evidence that can answer their queries, unlike the others who have zero. “The Reds have discovered two barrels behind the waterfall. They are believed to be artifacts before the war.”

It had been quite some time that Damien allowed me to cry in his arms. When I was finally done, and I didn’t think I could cry another tear, he let me go. I got to my feet and I looked at the man sitting on the ground before me. The snow had covered us and the ground at this point, and was still falling wildly. “What do I do now?” I asked Damien. I had no other family, no friends, no one to call. I was lost and orphaned in a back alley, with a strange man comforting me.

I could have fallen a victim as well, luckily for me, my account had reached its transfer limit of the day. Collins was picked up by the cops the next day, he was a fugitive, and had scammed a number of women in different cities, before the law finally caught up with him. After that I decided to give it a break, but I didn't give up, until Marcus. The constant ringing of his phone brought me out of my reverie, I knew then that the date was over. “We should do this again sometime.” Marcus smiled at me as he hugged me tight, the scent of his cologne like burnt wood, my nose twitched as the scent hit hard.

As the undercover agent, I provided a list of names and incriminating evidence of the crimes committed in Caged Canary. In the aftermath, the police could identify and locate the families of most of the victims buried in the community. All except Hannah. Hannah, an orphan who grew up in the system, got into a good school. It was a shame that her college life was cut short when a sugar daddy took interest in her. Hannah gained privilege at the cost of her freedom. She didn’t deserve pity, though, since she was a willing party. She had caused many women a lot of harm.