Orphan Name Novels & Stories

Liam Jones was a self made arrogant billionaire who hated women with passion all because of his mother,who left him and his father after stealing away his father's property which resulted in his father dying of heart attack. His hatred for his mother affected his love life ,as he refused to ever have anyone in his life until he crossed paths with an orphan called Amelia latest who lost her memory and mistook him for the love of her life. He started developing feelings for her without noticing it. The second thing Liam hated the most was liars.What happens when Amelia gains her memory and acts like she didn’t?And what will Liam do when he finds out she has been lying to him? Will everything end when she comes in contact with Andrew who wanted her back in his life?

Orphan, Eva Sims, defied all odds, putting herself through college with unwavering determination and sheer grit. Her insatiable curiosity and boundless creativity led her to a career as an investigative journalist for a paranormal magazine. Little did she know that her thirst for the unknown would thrust her into the heart of a story she never could have imagined. After a night spent gathering research for an article, Eva finds herself entangled in a web of mystery and intrigue. Surrounded by enigmatic and alluring men, she is drawn in by their presence, consumed by emotions she never knew existed. As she grapples with the existence of immortals, Eva is left questioning everything she thought she knew. What lies ahead for her? Could talking animals be next in this whirlwind of uncertainty? Fate has a plan for Eva, but she is clueless as to what it may entail. Will her journey lead her to love, or will she be faced with an even greater challenge? Only time will tell.

Their lips collided in a desperate kiss, ignoring the presence of his wife, whose eyes shut out wide, shocked to her bones. Her own husband, kissing another woman right in front of her? For four years Petra endured every insult, every humiliation, every time Pete chose Zoe over his own wife. She believed patience would save her marriage. She was wrong. When Pete demands that she apologize to Zoe because she challenged their flirtatious relationship, something inside Petra finally breaks. “I want a divorce.” Pete laughs it off. To him, Petra is just an orphan with nowhere to go. But the world is about to turn upside down. Because the woman he discarded… is the long-lost daughter of the Chapman empire. And when Petra returns, the husband who betrayed her and the woman who stole her place will learn a painful truth— they just made the biggest mistake of their lives.

I'm Caroline Forbes, the omega everyone in GreyHound Pack steps over on their way to somewhere better. My mother's name is a rumor named “whore” and my future is a mop and a dungeon sentence waiting to happen. But, I had one thing keeping me going and his name was Alexander Wolfe. Then the mating ceremony took him too. Now I have no mate, rank, or the royal's mercy since the pack had one tradition for girls like me and it ended with a grave. Then the cold and ruthless Jarek Wolfe, the alpha who had never once looked at me like I was worth his time, stopped them. But at what cost?

This book is authored by Dripping Creativity. “Stay away, stay away from me, stay away,” she shouted, over and over. She kept shouting even though it seemed she had run out of things to throw. Zane was more than a little interested in knowing exactly what was going on. But he couldn’t focus with the woman making a ruckus. “Will you shut the fuck up!” he roared at her. She fell silent and he saw tears start to fill her eyes, her lips trembled. Oh fuck, he thought. Like most men, a crying woman scared him shitless. He would rather have a gunfight with a hundred of his worst enemies than have to deal with one crying woman. “And your name is?” he asked. “Ava,” she told him in a thin voice. “Ava Cobler?” he wanted to know. Her name had never sounded so beautiful before, it surprised her. She almost forgot to nod. “My name is Zane Velky,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand. Ava’s eyes grew bigger as he heard the name. Oh no, not that, anything but that, she thought. “You have heard of me,” he smiled, he sounded satisfied. Ava nodded. Everyone who lived in the city knew the name Velky, it was the largest mafia group in the state with its centre in the city. And Zane Velky was the head of the family, the don, the big boss, the huge honcho, the Al Capone of the modern world. Ava felt her panicked brain spin out of control. Trigger warnings: Talk about SA Body image issues Light BDSM Descriptive descriptions of assaults Self harm Harsh language

"To have you here in my bed with me, breathing on me, your hair in my mouth and my name leaving your beautiful lips is what I define Nirvana "

A guy going by the name of 'Felix' joins the team known as 'Ghost Busters' because of an invitation. A team consisting of 6 members. Nobody knew his past, nor his personal info. Even his name 'Felix' was an alias created by himself. What was about to come? Was the decision to invite him was correct or everything will crumble? Felix embarks on his journey along with his new team to unveil the secrets and mysteries of the world, including his own past too. However, there was another secret to it. Something related to him. Something which defied the laws. Join Felix on his journey to explore the eerie, unreal and perilous side of the world as he uncovers the mysteries one by one.

Mine, my wolf said. Who's yours? I asked. The answer was Alpha Damir. I told my wolf to shut the hell up. --- Some vows are made in grief. Some are made in blood. I made mine on my knees in the rain, pushing dirt over the only two people who ever loved me, with smoke still in my lungs and fury so hot it had nowhere left to go. I came back from the UK and something felt wrong before I even reached the gate. The mansion was on fire. My father was already gone. My mother had seconds left and she used every single one of them to give me a name. Alpha Drakan. I carved that name into the inside of my chest and made a vow. Find him. Look him in the eye. Carve his heart out while it's still beating. Except Alpha Drakan was already dead. Two months in the ground. My parents died last night. Dead men don't order killings. Which meant I had the wrong name and the wrong man. My mother hadn't known. She was dying, she couldn't have known. But the name was Drakan and the blood was Drakan and the throne belonged to Drakan. His son. Damir, Alpha of Vordheim. Next of kin to a dead man and sitting on everything that name owned. My mother had pointed me here and here was where the answers lived. He was the one I suspected. The one I was watching. The one I had every intention of killing when the time was right. And then the moon goddess, who clearly has a vicious, twisted, absolutely unhinged sense of humour, went ahead and made him my mate.

Seven years after I disappeared, my sister found my name on the organ donor registry. She stood in the transplant center, staring at the paperwork in the nurse's hands. Her brows knit as she looked at the photo attached to the file, along with the name I used to go by. "Where is he?" she asked. "He's in hospice on the twelfth floor," the nurse answered quietly. "Today is the last day he'll still be conscious. The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning." Her expression turned cold as she headed upstairs. The moment she pushed open the door, she saw me sitting on the bed, writing my final letter. "Landon." I looked up at her and smiled faintly. "You must have the wrong person, Ms. Bennett. My name is Jay Mercer. Not Landon Bennett." She stepped toward the bed, her tone rigid. "Come home. Apologize to Mason, and I'll hire the best specialists in the country for you—" "That won't be necessary." I didn't even look up again as I signed the last line of the organ donation papers. "I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not apologizing to anyone."

“I'd help you. But that's only if you play by my rules.” … Jacqueline would have killed anyone who said her name alongside Alex's. She hated his attitude, his name, his existence, and most especially—his tattoos. But when she is thrown out of her father’s house, and the billionaire biker offers her a deal amidst the rough night. She is choiceless. She needs to survive two unbearable years before she reveals her true identity. She lands in his glass house on the city outskirts, and she is forced into an agreement of convenience. But Alexander did not only hold power, he held secrets. Dangerous secrets.