Best Books About Orphans Novels & Stories

Little did he know about light for there was not a day with it. I was staring blankly wanting no more than just an empty space for myself. "I am lucky." I chuckled at the thought. Well, at least that's what most people say. They said not to wallow in my misery and that I was given a chance to move forward to get a taste of what life could bring. But still, I doubted it. Is living alone lucky? I questioned it and every time I did, the pain of the past triples and it is making me more helpless. After my parents died, I grew up living in the orphanage. The nuns talked to me whenever they had the time and there was a therapist who guided me out of the trauma I went through. I was treated there n

Then a pause. “They take the ones who won't be missed loudly enough.” My jaw tightened. “Orphans,”Tobias said quietly. Noah nodded. "And children from families with no influence. No money. No connection.” The words sat heavy in the air. As if those children's lives weren't already hard enough. As if being abandoned, neglected, or unseen wasn't already a burden, They were being taken by deranged animals. Because calling them humans would be a stretch. “For what?” Tobias asked, though his tone suggested he already knew.

He says as he sits on the edge of the bed and places his hand over mine, making me look up at him. "Are Jess and Orian okay?" I say, barely above a whisper, as my heart starts to beat erratically. "They are fine. It's about the orphanage. They found the orphanage up in flames when they arrived on the pack's territory." He says, and my heart feels like it stopped beating. "The kids all got out safely, but there is no sign of the orphanage mother." "She tried to kill them!" I whisper as I feel Dosha starts pacing in my mind.

What few conversations he was able to have with the oldest kids gave him some information. The oldest orphans at the time of the coup were eleven to thirteen years old. Five years later he found the decreasing number of orphans was due to the oldest ones turning sixteen to eighteen years old. Alrik had continued to have very public relations with the alphas of other packs and to his misfortune he found that every time he had a pack over the alpha, the beta, or their sons found their mate. He started losing his orphans quickly and needed to replace them. Another five years later and the same issue is occurring again.” “He’s purposely killing off families to create orphans for him to use as sl

Apparently, that is happening on Saturday. "What was your life like in the orphanage? I always wondered what children do in an orphanage. Is it as bad as they make it in movies?" Dante asks. "I don't know. It's like staying in a hostel. You are only a number. There is nobody who cares about you. You have to fight, or else you will be bullied. I'm used to looking after myself. It was not that bad, but it's not as good as the children who grew up with their parents. On the other hand, there are children in the orphanage who came out of an abusive house, and I was glad that I did not. It's difficult to explain to somebody who has always had parents. You always have that longing inside of you. Y

“Wasteful to feed the ones who won’t profit.” I nodded once, scrolling again. The orphanage had never been about care. It was a holding pen. A sorting system. The strongest disappeared first. The rest were kept just visible enough to maintain the façade. Another document caught my eye—highlighted, flagged, deliberately placed at the top. A profit summary. That was when my interest truly sharpened. “Well,” I said, rising. “This changes things.” “Orders?” I hadn’t come looking to save anyone. Compassion was inefficient. Charity even more so. But this—this was a machine already in motion, already profitable, already protected by wolves who believed themselves powerful.

The quarters for the orphans, called ‘Safe Haven’ was the opposite of the Grahams’ beautiful mansion. Although the orphanage was very large and contained around 10,000–12,000 children from different places around the world, it was poorly built with wood in the far end of the estate.

Survivors of the fallen packs. These words continue to hover in Rhea's mind, taking her attention for the rest of the morning, to the point that she's completely oblivious to her surroundings. Since Rhea discovered that there were many children living in that orphanage, and that many others had lost their lives for being children of fallen alphas… A persistent knot has been in her throat. Is there something I can do to change this…?

I'd G****e searched the orphanage to see if it was still in existence and I was surprised by everything I'd read. It is now the best non governmental organization in the country due to donations received from Emerson Cruz Group. It caters to the needs of the homeless, orphans and single pregnant women who don't have money to take care of themselves. "I do know this place." The man grins at me. "I grew up there." "Really?" I stare at him in surprise. I try to recollect if I'd ever seen his face at the orphanage but I come up short. "That's um... nice."

“I know the perfect place to get pasta.” My stomach took that as a cue to grumble. “That sounds like a good idea.” We only had one more place to go. It was an orphanage, for children whose parents died in battle or at the hands of rogues. We had to ensure that they had everything they needed. The atmosphere in the building was nothing like I expected. Back at my old pack, we didn’t have anything like this. Most orphans ended up as omegas and they were treated like dirt. They lived in the pack house. Most of them wore rags and barely had any food to eat, but the children here were happy.