Books About Orphans Novels & Stories

She was in hell with no one to help her up until he died of drug abuse, and she was taken into an orphanage at twelve. The orphanage was a sanctuary for her, a place where she finally felt safe and alive. For the first time, she was living, not just existing. However, the trauma of her dark past lingered, haunting her with nightmares and flashbacks. Despite the comfort and security of the orphanage, the memories of her past continued to torment her. Counseling sessions helped her heal, but the experience had left an indelible mark. She vowed that as an adult, she would never again be a victim. To protect herself, she adopted a tough exterior, becoming aggressive and guarded. She built walls

"This place is more than just an orphanage. It's a haven for these children, a place where they can thrive and feel loved." We walked through the grand entrance, with it's towering marble columns and chandeliers that sparkled with a thousand crystals. The foyer was adorned with beautiful artwork, each piece telling a unique story of hope and resilience. Is this really an orphanage? Melanie guided me through the dormitory, where the children's rooms were like little sanctuaries. Soft, plush beds with fluffy pillows and cozy blankets awaited each child, creating a sense of comfort and security. The rooms were decorated with vibrant colors and inspiring quotes, reminding the children that they

Not many details were laid out here, just their pictures attached to their names, ages and the fact that they were orphans. Ollie really didn't know what she was getting herself into when she jumped at this mindless opportunity. Werewolves weren't easy to handle if Ivailo was any evidence of that. Why did she think their children would be easier? Ollie had felt pity crawl into her gut when she realized they were orphans but when she learnt of how they became orphans, dismay replaced it. Their parents were killed by humans.

“Well if I may be so bold as a mere humble butler, I dare say that perhaps the issue isn’t with his fragility and more so the environment he is currently placed in. A flower may only bloom in peak conditions, and even a diamond cannot be forged within the wrong environment. And yet, just like a diamond, he shines like one in an environment determined to break him.” There’s silence and then he hears the man behind him sigh. “This orphanage has been my pride and joy for years; this was never meant to be a place of hardship. I’m not sure what has changed in the past year, but I am determined to remedy it. The last year alone has had only one single adoption, it’s unheard of.” Turning his gaze b

“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.

“They have no pack. No structure. No purpose.” “They become parasites,” another adds. “So your father gave them purpose,” the first finishes proudly. Purpose. My jaw tightens. “He gathered them,” the Elder continues. “Took them from the streets. From the forests.” “From human orphanages too,” another adds casually. “As many as we could secure.” My stomach drops. Orphanages. Children. “The smaller ones,” the wrinkled Elder says thoughtfully, “are especially valuable.” My nails dig into my palm beneath the table.

Alora’s POV Since my sudden departure from the orphanage where I grew up, I had encountered some vile and despicable men who did not have the right to live with humans in society, and I was tired of them treating me like trash simply because I was a poor orphan. I was tired of being treated like I was some piece of meat they needed to devour, or own.

Offering comfort as she tenderly strokes her hair and kisses her forehead. I knelt beside the pair. “You have a mommy and a daddy, Ora. They just live very far away.” Then I thought for a second. Why today of all days is Ora talking about this? “Ora, what happened that made you so upset?” Ora pulls away from Josie. “The kids at school were calling me names. They called me an orphan just because I lived with my aunties. That my mommy and daddy didn’t want me when I was a baby because I was so ugly. Orphan Ora, they called me.”

I promised myself that one day,I will build an orphanage because I saw how kids were suffering in the orphanage when they took me in after my father died. The kids in the orphanage didn't have enough food,proper clothing and somewhere nice to sleep because the place was overcrowded.The memories made my heart ache inside my chest. Even though the heavens never gave me a chance to be a mother.I wouldn't like to witness children suffering on the streets.Some of them sleep in streets because they have nowhere to go. I looked at my father's picture on the table and picked it up.My eyes welled up with tears and my lips curved into a smile.I ran my fingers over the picture.

I thank the people for sharing their experiences, giving hugs and making notes for myself so I can work with Gabriel on finding places for all these people to stay. I’m actually proud of how well I manage to keep it together, until we visit the tent where the orphans and unaccompanied children are staying. My first thought when I enter is that it’s much, much too quiet. I believe any place where children reside should be loud and messy, chaotic with the energy and playfulness of little ones. Instead I find a room full of pups who have aged well beyond their years in the last few days, and my heart cracks open in despair.