Romans & histoires The Orphanage By The Lake Audiobook

It felt like her purpose was falling into place, the fragments of her life slowly forming a beautiful mosaic. They entered the orphanage, greeted by the familiar scent of old books and children’s laughter echoing in the halls. Before they could even reach the main area, the old wolf in charge approached them, his eyes filled with wisdom. “Ah! Young queens!” he greeted them warmly, raising his hands in welcome. “I believe you have come with news?” “Yes,” Alexei said, finding her voice steady. “My friends and I would like to take over and continue your work here.” He nodded, a serious look crossing his face. “It’s important work, and the children need strong leaders.”

And the first one was far away from here, borrowed for his abilities for the time being by a powerful family while the remaining one was still here, kept in my basement with no hope of freedom. Lake was chained to a metal table in the center of the room, his thin frame bearing the scars of countless magical interventions. He looked up when I entered, his eyes reflecting the kind of hollow despair that came from years of systematic abuse. He was perhaps six years old now, though the malnutrition and trauma had stunted his growth enough but it wasn't dire yet to be a health issue. After all I do feed my experiment food scraps, a lot to keep their stomach filled which was basically a good thing

“The kind who make others vanish.” Leo tried to give her coins, but she refused. “Gold cannot buy back the dead.” Her words followed me even after she vanished into the shadows. On the third night, we went to the orphanage. The gates were tall and black, their bars cold under my hand. Lukas stood before them, fists clenched. His jaw was tight, his body shaking with something he didn’t say. “I need to hear this,” he said. His voice was hard, but the pain underneath was clear.

Not the laugh of madness — but of someone who already knows how the story ends. “Not yours to kill.” The voice slithers through my bones, curling around my thoughts. “Do you even know who you’re trying to kill?” “She’s just a wolfless orphan,” I snap. The laugh deepens, sinking into the chamber like roots into wet earth. “Wolfless orphan… You say.” The shadows bend toward us, hungry for more. “Then let me teach you something, little Luna… There are orphans — and then there are the abandoned children of the gods. You will learn which one she is… just before you wish you hadn’t.”

He frowns. “It was like my wolf recognized him… like it had seen him before.” My heart skips. “And the things he did… the way he acted…” “What are you talking about?” I demand impatiently. My mind is scrambling, trying to grasp whatever he’s hinting at. “He said he’s an orphan.” Luke continues. “He was found years ago in a dumpster by an old woman.” My hands suddenly grip the edge of the table. Shock and something dangerously close to hope collide violently inside my chest.

I felt my face get hot; I was never one for any sort of public attention, not that anyone would necessarily be looking at me. Ella handed the paper back. “Will you read it to me?” she said. I nodded and led her over to the big armchair in the living room, where she crawled up onto my lap and traced the words on the page with her small finger while I read. “‘Mr. Morgan is a kind and lovely soul, beneath his hard exterior,’ Sophia Brown, the director of the orphanage, stated during her interview,” I read. “‘What was meant to be a brief meeting turned into an entire afternoon of fun with the children, who all can’t stop talking about their new favorite visitor. I sincerely hope that Mr. Morgan

Sean Meets Tobias The sound of chattering and laughter of happiness could be heard from the children who lived in the orphanage. It was seen that they were gathered outside the orphanage owned by Mrs. Marylin, even though it was already evening, the children were still playing outside. The owner of the home just stood there smiling with the blue-eyed girl Lucia. "It's been a long time since they've felt anything like this," said the old woman. A clear speck emerged from the side of his eye.

***************************** [Flashback] The subtle scent of the grass and wildflowers surrounded a not-so-peaceful orphanage near the suburbs. Children with different personalities ran around the area; the younger ones played while the older ones simultaneously helped with the chores. Cries and laughter echo within the thin walls of the old building of the orphanage every day, transforming into silent sobs in the evening.

The gentle breeze from the lake caressed Ailee's face as she looked at her small house that stood quietly at the edge of the forest. The house was simple, yet it had been a safe haven for her and her three children for the past few years. The fresh scent of the forest mixed with the moisture of the lake always made her feel at ease, but today, that relief was still overshadowed by worry. "Mommy, when can we go to the orphanage again?" Lucille's cheerful voice broke Ailee's reverie. The little girl looked at her mother with sparkling eyes, the typical expression of a curious five-year-old.