The Orphan Keeper Novels & Stories

“Somehow Scott’s tied into this thing besides being your lawyer.” I sighed. “Do you think he could also be working for Bonner?” “Nothing would surprise me about Scott. What do we know about him?” “We know he’s my attorney and that he graduated from Wake Forest Law School.” “And he once told me he was raised in an orphanage.” “But the article said that the McGillikin raised at that orphanage died in a wreck.” “And he doesn’t look like the man in the photo, either.” The computer dinged and a message appeared on the screen. New mail has arrived. Would you like to read it now?

bodega with the cat that is three parts lion, the nail salon two doors down that is always playing a true crime podcast at a low murmur, a teenager on a skateboard practicing a trick like persistence is oxygen. I buy a second apple because the first one was a betrayal and I am stubborn. I come home feeling more like a person and less like a cursor blinking without a sentence.

Just to see her, just to know how she was doing, just to remind myself that despite everything I lost, I still had a piece of myself alive in her. I parked at the front of the orphanage, staring at the pale yellow building for a long while before stepping through the front door. A woman approached me, her attire reflecting Indian culture with its bright colors and patterns. Her movements were calm, her smile as broad and warm as the sun stretching across the earth. “Hello, I am Anika, caretaker of this beautiful orphanage,” she said with a small bow. I studied her face. I had never seen her before, of course I hadn’t. I had never set foot here until now. But it wasn’t hard to know this was t

Not to defend themselves, but to fight. I walk in front of them and tug on the collar of the t-shirt, which is practically choking me. “My name is Jo. I am the guardian of Ora.” “Hi everyone,” Ora interrupts, standing up to introduce herself. She smiles and waves in a friendly manner. This is Jayne’s influence. I’m not that friendly.

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.

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.

"Ah, the healer. I see now. You’ve awakened something, haven’t you? The Moon’s Orphan. The key to it all." Raynor took a step forward, his instincts screaming at him to act, but the man’s eyes held him in place. "I’ve come for what’s mine," the man said, his voice like a whisper in the wind. "And you, Raynor, are the key." ---

If they did, they’d probably protest for my father to step down as Alpha. I loved kids, especially these children. Their innocence and resilience were a refreshing distraction from my thoughts of Cameron. The orphanage was a modest building on the edge of the supernatural school grounds. Its wide windows let in natural light, and simple wooden furniture is scattered throughout. The walls were decorated with drawings and crafts the children had made. When I arrived, I introduced myself to the staff. The head caretaker, a kind older woman named Greta, welcomed me warmly. She had kind, weathered eyes and a motherly smile that immediately made me feel at ease.

the Alpha King said, determination in his voice. Grey nodded. "I'll take you to the orphanage. But we have to be careful. The rogue wolves are still out there, and they'll do anything to get Orion back." We gathered a small group of trusted guards and set out with Grey to the orphanage. When we arrived, we were greeted by a kind woman who introduced herself as the director. She took us to a room where Orion was waiting, his eyes wide with surprise when he saw us. "Mummy? Daddy?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

Athena opened the opposite door, but her intention to get into the car was interrupted by the voice of a man. "Well, it seems I failed in my plan to put you in custody while the trial is being processed. But there's one thing I want to say. I won't let a poor orphan woman from New York City ruin my life. " Orion spoke with a grin on his lips and his hands in his pockets. "Oh, have you forgotten that I'm no longer an orphan and that I'm living in a place where I can do everything I want? So please, stop dreaming about controlling my emotions. I'm not like before, when you could treat me like a pet."