Forbidden Bonds of Blood & Love
Episode 𝟏 ~The wish that held on
Authyy~
I hope you all are fine and doing well
Authyy~
well...this is my first time, writing a chat novel...
Authyy~
hope you guys will like it
Authyy~
please note the followings-
DISCLAIMER:
The following dialogue of this work is totally fictional and does not reflect real-life scenarios, characters, or events. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental. The depiction of Italian mafia culture, family dynamics, and adoption processes is fictionalized for entertainment purposes only. Reader discretion is advised.
COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER:
I do not own the art featured in this story. All rights belong to it's rightful owner/owners. No copyright infringement intended.
WARNING:
This story contains sensitive themes such as:
Mature language * Violence * Organized crime * Complex family dynamics * Possible trigger scenes (e.g., loss of a parent, adoption-related issues) * Slow-burn romance * Steamy situations * Strong-willed characters * *Read at your own discretion.
NOTE:
The words written inside ** is the action done by the character.
The words written inside () is the inner thoughts of the character.
"❄️"means the character is speaking/behaving coldly
"💬"Means a conversation in chat.
"📞"means a conversation in call.
I may sometimes use emojis to show the reaction of the character
NOTE:
This story will be played from the Female Lead's point of view mostly. The point of view of other characters will also be included.
The first episode is about the backstory of the Female Lead and to give you more information about her. It is advised that you pay attention to this episode so that you can understand the story clearly.
The story will start progressing from Episode 2.
(The dormitory is cold, and the thin blankets barely keep the chill away. The younger children stir as the morning bell clangs loudly.)
Eliot (an orphan boy)
*grumbling, pulling his blanket over his head* Five more minutes.
Asteria (fl/orphan)
*already sitting up, shaking his shoulder* Get up, Eliot. And help Thomas with his boots.”
Asteria (fl/orphan)
**Moves through the room, making sure little Sarah, only six, has her coat buttoned properly. She fixes braids, ties shoelaces, and nudges half-asleep kids toward the washroom**
Asteria (fl/orphan)
*sits with the younger children, making sure they eat. She quietly slips an extra piece of bread onto Sarah’s plate when Mrs. White isn’t looking*
Mrs. White (Orphanage's house-mother)
*Notice Asteria giving her food to Sarah...and sigh* You’ll go hungry if you keep doing that, girl.
Asteria (fl/orphan)
*smile a lil* I’ve had worse..so don't worry
Note- Before the orphanage, Asteria remembers nights on the street, cold and starving. She doesn’t want the little ones to feel that.
After breakfast, Asteria helps the younger ones with their assigned tasks. She teaches them how to fold laundry properly, how to scrub floors faster so Miss Hargrove doesn’t yell.
Sarah (an orphan girl)
*whispering as she wipes a window* Sissy..do you think someone will come for us today?”
Asteria (fl/orphan)
Maybe.....*thinking*
Asteria had lived at the Evergreen Orphanage for as long as she could remember. At sixteen, she was the oldest among the children and often felt more like a caretaker than a kid. The younger ones clung to her, looking up to her as an older sister. She helped with everything—braiding little Sarah’s hair in the mornings, teaching Eliot how to tie his shoelaces, and even reading bedtime stories when the housemother was too busy.
Despite the love she had for them, a quiet loneliness settled in her heart. Every week, she watched as couples came to visit, their eyes scanning the room for younger children—babies, toddlers, or even those no older than eight. Asteria had stopped expecting them to look at her a long time ago.
Her days followed the same routine. Wake up early, help the younger kids dress, eat a modest breakfast, then attend school. She was a good student, but she never boasted about it. After school, she’d return to the orphanage and help with chores. Sometimes, she’d sneak to the rooftop when the sun set, watching as the town below lit up, imagining what it would be like to have a home. A real one.
Asha didn’t dream of grand mansions or luxurious gifts. She just wanted a place where she belonged. A warm dinner table where people asked about her day. A room of her own, not one shared with five others. A hug at the end of a long day. Someone to say “Good night” and mean it.
She had told herself over and over that she was fine—strong, independent. But deep down, a tiny, fragile hope remained. A hope that one day, someone would walk into the orphanage and see her. Not just see an older girl, but see her—the caring, resilient, and lonely Asha. And maybe, just maybe, they’d decide that she was worth loving too.
Asteria (fl/orphan)
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