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.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
A twist of fate bound Allison to Derek in marriage-she, a powerful heiress with countless hidden identities; he, the city's most admired man, now lying silent in a coma. For three years, Allison used her unmatched medical skills to heal him, all while quietly falling in love. But when Derek's long-lost love returned from abroad, he handed Allison divorce papers without a second thought. Resolved to stop chasing shadows, Allison signed the papers and turned her back on love-rising to fame as a dazzling force in business, medicine, and more. Only when she stood high above the world did Derek finally see her worth. He knelt before her, eyes brimming with regret. "Will you take me back?" he whispered.
A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"