Wen u hear the word orphanage what comes to mind is a place for the motherless and fatherless how about this what if it also means the period of time that u spend in this world as an orphan
He found himself here, so void and filled with emptiness. "How the fuck did I get here?" he said to himself, "should be a dream perhaps" he muttered. "No it's definitely a dream" he said again trying to assure himself. Then he heard a voice call out to him, a voice that gave him the confirmation he needed, that voice he hadn't heard in five months. "Was it her?,Was it his mom?". He got his answers wen he turned around slowly and their eyes met, she was still in those cloths the ones she wore on the day she died.
He was happy and yet sad, a lot of mixed feelings welling up inside of him, he had so many questions he wanted to ask, like why so soon?, and why did it had to be both of them at the same time. But as he made his way towards her slowly, she backed away saying, "Chris please don't come any closer, stay away from me" those words made him lose it, at that time he felt so much pain, he was hurt but he wasn't going to stay back, he wanted some answers.
As he walked slowly towards her, she kept backing away until she disappeared. He opened his eyes slowly to sounds of the morning bells at the chapel. "Fuck" he muttered to himself amidst blinking and robbing his eyes. "Damn, man can't even escape from nightmares even while sleeping at the church" he said again while reaching for his jacket, he was already at the door when the priest called out to him, "Hey Chris, how was your night" he said from a distance whilst walking towards him. "I sleep on the floor in a chapel every night after a hard day and you care to ask me how my night was, my night felt like shit" he muttered to himself. "Did u say something" the priest asked anxiously, "No nothing, I didn't say nothing" Chris replied, "my night was great" he said again forcing a smile. "There's something important I would like to discuss with you, but it can wait until you re back from the day's work, I'll see you in the evening" he said walking away.
"Who knows what he wants to talk about this time" Chris said to himself, "I've probably overstayed my welcome, I mean I have been sleeping there for about five months without paying shit" he muttered to himself while walking away from the church.
Christopher Meyer, once a rich and arrogant teenager, has been humbled by the task of fending for himself from such a young age. Life wasn't always so hard for him I mean he was the son of famous rapper Sicklinz and a well known artist Angela Watson. But now he was sleeping in a chapel rent free and was potentially about to be kicked out, story doesn't checkout at all. I mean what brought about such a great misfortune and an ultimate fall from grace. He waved for a cab and it stopped, "I just can't get used to this city" he said while entering the cab. He was so quiet while in the cab that the chubby driver had to ask him why, "yo are you gud" said the driver, "No am cool, am cool, just admiring the beautiful city of vegas" he replied amidst being jolted out of his thoughts, but the reality was that he wasn't cool at all and neither was he admiring shit, I mean it wasn't his first time being there, truth was that he didn't have any cash on him to pay for the cab, so he was wondering how to trick the driver and get away, he wasn't even done thinking and making his calculations when the car came to an abrupt hault.
"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!