The Orphan Collector Novels & Stories

It's hard to understand when watching sometimes smiling and sometimes frowning. 7:00 p.m., at Heart . Orphanage The surrounding landscape is decorated very eye-catching, the big pine tree is beautifully decorated, there is also a stage to organize performances for the orphans. There are many people who come here to do charity work. Fifteen minutes into the party, a BMW stopped in front of the orphanage's gate. Stepping down was a man with thorny pink hair with cold black pupils, wearing a white shirt and jeans with white sneakers, different from his usual noble and cold aura. Now, Edwards gives others a more relaxed touch.

After finding out that I'm the illegitimate daughter of the richest man in town, Frank Gibson, I excitedly rush over to meet my biological father. But the moment I arrive at his mansion, I discover that 98 other illegitimate daughters are already lined up to claim him as their father. It turns out Frank's only son has died, and he now needs an heir for his trillion-dollar fortune. So, he gathers all his illegitimate daughters and plans to choose the strongest candidate through a competition. I know I don't stand a chance against the others. Just as I hang my head in disappointment and prepare to leave, a line of text suddenly appears before my eyes. "Don't go, darling! It's your mom. I

“I need to talk to your boss.” The man laughed and looked like he was about to pull the trigger. But then someone else stopped him. Another man stepped forward. He was shorter and covered in tattoos. Lance recognized him. He was the one who always came around collecting money. “Where is my sister?” Lance asked angrily. The man crossed his arms. “Where’s my money?” “I paid you this month, you had no right to take my sister she's a child” The man laughed. “And you think that’s enough?” he said. “You’ve owed us for years. You haven’t even paid half.”

. I mean, I didn’t know that my father has brothers or sisters. After they died, I went with my life not knowing that I still have relatives. Everything was actually a blur for me. I couldn’t even recall bits of events during that time until a man tapped my back and asked me a couple of questions like do I have an aunt who lived nearby or maybe a cousin? Since I couldn’t point one, he decided to send me to an orphanage.” Uncle Jack nodded. “I understand, son. Your father and your grandfather had issues back then but believe me I have been trying to get contact with your father. By then, I heard the news about his death and your mother’s." He gave out a heavy sigh like letting out a burden th

Not a Grey-Walker or a Liquidator, but one of the Shop’s true enforcers, a creature twelve feet tall, draped in armor made of crushed ledgers, wielding a scythe tipped with a shard of the Void. "Elara Thorne," the Collector boomed, the sound vibrating in the floorboards. "The Owner has noted your interference. Your account is being forcibly closed." I didn't have a sword. I didn't have Kaelen's shadow-mantle. I had only the silver threads and the weight of the black pearl pulsing in my chest. "I've had enough of your notes," I snarled. I reached out, grabbing the silver threads that connected the floating buildings to the mountain. I didn't pull them; I wove them. I spun a web of silver ligh

Old Fragment crouched in a chair beside them, her papery body rustling with ancient knowledge. On the south side sat six Collectors. They were all variations of Collector-Seven's mercury form, but each was subtly different. Collector-One was massive, nearly twelve feet tall, its surface carved with equations that seemed to calculate the heat death of a universe that had already died. Collector-Twelve was small, almost childlike, but its reflected images showed scenes of absolute darkness where nothing had ever existed at all. Between them sat a seventh figure. The Arbitrator. It was not a Collector. It was something older, a neutral mechanism built into the Original Contract itself. It resem

It was Beta James from Thornwood, bleeding and barely standing, holding an envelope. "Message," he gasped. "From the Collector. He says if Alpha Elara wants her children to live, she'll come alone to meet him at midnight. Neutral ground. No backup. And if she doesn't show..." He swayed, and Kai caught him. "He'll burn Shadow Creek to the ground with everyone inside."

Daniel and Ornais were completely engulfed in their conversation to realize that Greed had made it a point to catch up with them. “Hey, we’re going out for drinks to celebrate the successful collection of Abigail’s soul. Would you like to join?” Greed asked, that disgusting smile still on his face. “No offense,” Daniel started but was quickly cut off by Ornais.

Julian lamented. “You have to keep looking for her!…….there has been information that orphans have been missing from orphanages and my best bet is that it’s Blackwood” detective Garrett said. “That’s what we came to inform you today even” Julian said. “I guess we are both up to date” detective Garrett said. “What do we do now?” Fredrick asked. “I am sure he is almost done with refining GB-3, that is why he has been busy using Marcus to collect orphans from orphanages” detective Garrett said.

In the Good Name of Lucia "Mrs. Marylin, Lucia said that there are a lot of broken things in the warehouse. I promised to pick them up today," said an old man who works as a junk collector. His house is not far from the orphanage. Even though it was still early morning, the man was already at the orphanage. Mrs. Marylin was tidying up her plants outside, "Oh yes, I'll call Lucia in a moment," said Mrs. Marylin, leaving the man. He then went inside to the kitchen of the orphanage.