Novel & Cerita Best Books About Orphans

My eyes followed his tall frame as he left. “He sure is something,” Rhaeya commented and I laughed. Because yes, he honestly was. “We should get going now,” she reminded and we strode towards the door. My eyes raked the front of the Orphanage. It hadn't changed one bit. Still old, rundown and shabby looking. Even a stable looked better maintained. My memories traced back to when I was still here. They were the worst eighteen years of my life. Some Omegas who found themselves here were abandoned when their parents couldn't provide anymore or never actually could. Mine was amongst the rare few.

As they walked in, Raeleigh stared blankly at the things in the orphanage, which reminded her of many things. "Here is the list of all the children who have been here at this orphanage since I took over its management. Here it is. Mr. Richards, please have a look." The director took out two heavy books and put them on the table in the dean's office, inviting Jepherson to have a look. There were not many people in the director's office at that time. There were only the director and assistant director, Jepherson, Raeleigh, and Stuart. Jepherson sat at one side. He opened the book and read it from the beginning to the end. He finished the whole book.

She instructed as she stood up. "Okay-y-y!" The children dispersed to play with their new toys and read their new books. Belinda watched them, her hands folded as she admired how simple their lives must be. She'd never been afforded a happy childhood, thanks to her abusive stepfather and negligent mother, but at least these kids had the closest thing to it. She could relate to them, because she'd felt like an orphan for most of her life. Her only solace had been her brother, up to the very day he died. These kids had that—a soul to rely on.

They’d had a child, a crying, messy little baby they’d taken a look at and decided they didn’t want in their lives. There was something oddly romantic about being an orphan, a chance that I was the child of kings and queens, or some starving artists who were now famous, or a hundred other fantastic parents. I knew about that. I’d experienced it in my youth, dreaming that my mother and father were important people who couldn’t admit to the world they’d had child.

Cries and laughter echo within the thin walls of the old building of the orphanage every day, transforming into silent sobs in the evening. Mother Cecilia Devlin, our strict but kind head matron, with the help of the other nuns, priests, social workers, and educators in the area, diligently took care of all of us, orphan children, despite our circumstances. We were abandoned by our parents and relatives due to different circumstances. Some of us were abandoned due to some disability; some were like me, who lost their parent or parents due to an accident and had no relative to claim us; while others were victims of abuse like Grace.

Wendy said . “Well, it’s true that I adopt children every year. Not just random children, but children born with the gift of witchcraft. They need guidance and should not be exposed to humans.” Wendy said. “Can I see your books? If the orphanage didn’t record my child because she was never admitted in the first place, you would have, so let me see your books, please. It would be a great start.” West said.

When I woke up that morning, I felt like the world was finally my oyster. For most of my life, I endured pain. When I was little, I suffered through the pain of rejection. I was already “too old” when I arrived at the Orphanage. Most couples wanted babies or toddlers: too young to know that they were abandoned, easily raised and molded, no need to tell them where they really came from until they were adults themselves.

Olga was ailing after years spent in the humid kitchen of the boarding house. It was at this time that Anja had to make the hard choice of sending him out to work. There was an opening at the orphanage, they were looking for someone to clean the rooms and serve the staff. It didn’t matter that he was not a native, he was hired simply because the Administrator, Isaiah Kopano, a short pudgy man, took pity on the young mother and her malnourished son and gave him the job. Nate worked hard, he was fluent in the language and his mother tongue. His sharp gray eyes missed nothing. The orphanage had a library with sparse books of places of the world. Since the orphans who lived there barely spent th

Heather exclaimed, her eyes turning red. As she placed a hand on Rory's shoulder, she continued in a sorrowful manner, "A lot of the orphans from the orphanage were abandoned by their parents because they were crippled or they were diagnosed with congenital diseases. They might have been abandoned by their parents, yet you have been more than willing to bring them hope, Ms. Emerson …" She paused for a while as she choked.

These children shared a common connection between them- they were seen as the products of sin by the world. Born from teenage pregnancies, assault and rape, or adultery, their parents could not—or would not—keep them. These children were hidden away from the world, for they are the darkest of sin. Abandoned on the orphanage's doorstep, they were left to grow up in darkness. Killian stared at the orphanage in front of him. It was the very place where Amara had been abandoned, where she had grown up without any parental support. The orphanage looked old, dull, and broken in many places. His heart clenched as he imagined her childhood in such a place. She must have faced countless hardships, fi