Brothers House Orphanage Novels & Stories

It is his fault for how she turned out. “It doesn’t matter. She is too strong. Cece is the same.” I say as I move my head away from his hands. Wiping my eyes as I look out of the window once more, seeing we have arrived outside a house. “Where are we?” I ask, and he chuckles. I turn to look at him, all too reluctantly. “This is the site that used to be the orphanage. All these houses were built for the children who were brought to that awful place.” I look back out and see the little houses, with the picket fences and I chuckle shaking my head.

Many of them had already been brutally tortured—their clothes torn, their skin covered in dark, weeping chemical burns, exactly like Mateo had been. As the screen flashed through their bloodied faces, memories rushed over me in a devastating wave. There was Uncle Jo. He was an elderly, frail man who ran a crumbling soup kitchen in the lower slums. When the royal orphanages refused to feed the rogue-blooded children, Uncle Jo was the one who smuggled bread to them. He wasn't a monster; he was a saint.

"How is Mark’s brother, by the way? It’s been a while since I checked the reports from the community." Just then I realized that I haven't even visited or called the orphanage home. I felt a sting of guilt. "I’ve been too occupied. I haven't visited him in weeks." That realization shifted my entire schedule for the afternoon. I couldn't go back to the mansion yet. I drove an hour away to the outskirts of the city, to a quiet, gated orphanage run by a small order of sisters. It was a place I funded entirely on my own. When I arrived, I found Leo—Mark’s younger brother—playing in the garden. He had grown so much since I first brought him here. He was healthy, his face filled out and tan from t

Now they are all thirty years old, and they really do live here. After my mom and dad died, they left the house to my brother since he is twelve years older than me, he became my legal guardian. To help with bills and taking care of me my brothers four best friends moved into the house. They were always around anyway when I was growing up, so it didn’t really feel any different. The house is huge so there was plenty of room for all of us. The house has six bedrooms, but the guys decided to turn one of the rooms into an in-house gym. They are all super into health and staying fit.

Lorena also left for a culinary school in Italy. Marissa spent three months in the psychiatric home and when she got well, she was discharged and bought to live with us. I was happy about her improvement. She made sure to apologize for everything she had done and Hope accepted her as her grandmother. Giovanni and I visited sister Mary on her sickbed and Giovanni made a huge donation to the orphanage. Sister Mary expressed her happiness and prayed for us. "I pray that you both will last forever and ever." Those were sister's Mary prayers to us as she died the following day. She was buried in the orphanage home and the orphaned home was named after her. 'Mary's Home."

But the woman kept forcing James to leave the orphanage. "I-I beg you, ma'am. My brother will be home soon," said James, still negotiating while they had even put his bag into the car trunk that was parked in front of the orphanage. "We'll be back tomorrow, okay? I promise to bring you here to pick up your brother!" James had no choice. He forcefully left with worry and continued to look at the orphanage building. The building passed as the car drifted further. James' suspicions were now confirmed. The husband and wife are not good people. They worked for a cartel that sold children's organs from orphanages. The organs would sell on the black market for illegal transplantation.

Anna asked Brian and he nodded “Thanks!” Damian nodded “Don’t mention it!” Brian replied shortly “So, you don’t want to move back here?” I brought the topic again “I had discussed it with Sandra a couple times, but with Sonia, they don’t want to be apart and their job there and many other things….” Damian tried to explain “Ahhh come on!!! You have Fai, me, and I have a bunch of friends here, job is easy one. Right, Fai?” Brian replied Damian “Yeah! Damian, we’re brothers, say what you want, I’ll help!” I told him

I think I would have to have to start the story a little bit backwards. A long time ago, more like 50 years before now. I and my brother were at an orphanage home for orphans. We never got to meet our real biological parents because we were raised and catered for in an orphanage home. Then we were living happily and playfully together. The orphanage was founded and funded by some religious authority I can remember that his name was Ben Ajayimore, said Charles. He was on his way to revealing a past he had put all behind him for decades.

Keagan smiled back at him. "I got that promotion I always wanted. Now, we can live the life we've always dreamed of!" he answered with joy in his voice. As they walked away, Keagan cast one last glance at the house. Its desolate appearance was a stark contrast to the vibrant world they were stepping into. The darkness enveloped it, broken windows evidence of vandalism, overgrown foliage consuming parts of the fence and basement. The house wore a coat of green mold, while a gaping hole in the roof revealed its vulnerability to the elements. To most, it was an unnoticed structure, lost among countless others. But for the two brothers, it held a peculiar significance—a sanctuary in the face of

I said. " No don't worry it isn't." He says " Yes there is a garage not far from here Tiara" my brother replied. I feel destabilized he will not be there with me for these great moments. And I don't want him to go far… He holds my cheek and looks at me deeply. " Am not far from you okay? When you finish Just send me a message!" He said caressing my cheek. I nod gently and let him go. I enter the big house with my brother and we find a group of people inside. Three girls and two boys with my brother makes three boys. So they are six of them in a big house, the question is to who is this big house?