The Orphanage By The Lake Audiobook Novels & Stories

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The invaders are crossing the limits, I wonder what the Lycan Jack is doing about this delinquency. Tell me about it!? I say and my voice is louder than I expected it to be. I place a hand over my mouth as if I can take back the volume of my voice. It seems like my hatred for Jack is unfiltered and would rupture at any given moment. “I’m Eve.” I say, with a mild chuckle. “Ma’m the said orphanage is not functioning anymore, it’s a two hour ride and I don’t think we should take it on today.” You know these roads are not safe.

I put on my headphones and listened to the pack report Neal sent me yesterday. Not being able to sleep, I watch movies on my laptop while I drink some hot chocolate. It hasn’t always been my favorite drink but after it being all I drank this last week it’s grown on me. While I take another sip, images of her getting whipped cream all over her mouth pops up in my head making a smile grow across my face. Last night at dinner I learned she is an orphan. She watched her parents die when rogues attacked her pack when she was 8 including her brothers and sister. She was forced to hide till she could escape and become a rogue herself. She would skip from town to town, the longer it took for someo

Amber lowered her head in humiliation, their laughter ringing in her ears like a thousand bells. Though crushed, she tried to focus her thoughts on the next day. Thankfully, she would visit the orphanage-a place that brought her peace and joy. That hope, small as it was, gave her strength. --- The next day, daylight spilled across the village. The orphanage sat along a busy street, surrounded by the sounds of vendors, clattering pots, laughing children, and wandering goats. A marquee out front read: To Care for the Homeless Children. Amber handed three boys a coin each for helping her carry hampers of gifts. They thanked her and darted into the street, full of life.

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.

Arphen uttered to me. "I tried it on one of the orphans." I said as I smiled widely. "who?" He asked me. [FLASHBACK] The memories of the past remained clear in my mind. Feels like it happened just yesterday. I can still hear different species crying for help as the evil people started taking their love when they refused to be one of them. We have been waiting for a very long time now, wherein we can finally ask for the defenders help. There's not much time left for us to spare. Our home land is getting nearer to its end and the magical power that the Gods made to protect and hide this orphanage is no longer enough.

“I didn’t give him the opportunity to give you any information that Declan may have had. The Luna of the Orphans, the oldest child living in that hell house is my mate. She contacted me in a panic attack over Micah and his sister after she gave them to Declan. She knows the support needed to get him through this type of poisoning doesn’t exist in her pack. She doesn’t trust me or my pack but we are all she has.” I shiver as a cold breeze sweeps down the main path reminding me of where we are. I’m staring down the slim path that we created and named The Blue Ridge path as it leads directly into their territory. It’s the sounds of a motor starting in the distance that snaps me out of my daze a

I was abandoned as a baby at a very small orphanage, in the small town of River Stop. I was raised in the orphanage, and I guess in this small area not a whole lot of people want to adopt an orphan girl. So, I grew up with the ladies that ran the orphanage, Frances, the old, short and very plump mean and strict head master I guess we can call her, and Mary, who was soft, sweet, caring, and was the only person in my life that ever loved me!

She shook off her thoughts and made her way out of the house, determined to spend some meaningful time with the children at the Orphanage. As Margarita stepped inside the building, the joyful sounds of children filled the air, enveloping her in a warm embrace. The room echoed with their laughter and chatter. Spending time with the kids at the Orphanage always helped her regain her energy and provided a sense of solace. Their innocent questions and simple explanations had the power to solve even the biggest problems in her life.

“The mothers at the orphanage said they found me in a crib at the door step on a raining day in the month of November. They had heard the doorbell ring but when they opened up—” “—No one was there.” Luca completes, his red hair sparkling under the fire torches. “I dropped you off, November. I watched you pee your pants, poop your pants, and even eat sand. I made sure you got adopted by a lovely Irish couple. I made sure you had connections with great people. I made sure you got into fame, and got the love and attention you deserved. I did all that to ensure you had a sweet life. Yet, what do I get for it?” He chuckles, humorlessly; he tends to do that a lot. “I get pushed away from the Grand