Brothers House Orphanage Novels & Stories

“I haven’t been there for a long time, so I’d better go there today.” Amor also cleansed his messy room and showered to prepare to go to certain orphanage, the only place to get rid of the satiety in his opinion. “My brother!” A little boy named Angel. Don’t you forget this boy? The child was left behind by his parents due to an accident and no one wanted to take care of him, including his siblings. “Do not run!” Love approaches the Angel. He hugged Angel with affection, in the face of Angel’s hair.

She tries to calm her down but Grace clings even more to her. "Angelo is already adopted." Grace muttered between her sobs. Angelo is her older brother. They became orphans when a fire broke out in their house when Grace was still newborn. That incident took their parent's lives while saving both of them but since they are only poor, no one wants to take them. It was mother Esther who saw them on the street, begging for money. She took them to the orphanage and let them live with other children. Grace and Angelo are inseparable but it would be best for them if someone would adopt them.

After graduating from college, I set out to make a new life in Kingshaven with my parents, who had just wrapped up over two decades of teaching in an underserved rural community. To our surprise, as soon as we stepped off the train, we ran straight into Kingshaven’s infamous little tyrant. She clearly had a woman’s appearance, yet she kept insisting she was a man. Of course, I glanced at her a couple of times. “What are you staring at? Never seen a man before? I can’t stand women like you, using your looks to seduce men wherever you go.” We had only just arrived in the capital, so I did not want any trouble. I took my parents by the arm and turned to leave. As I turned, however, she sp

I saw myself growing up in an orphanage home run by the Reverend Sisters of Immaculate Heart of Mary popularly called, IHM briefly. They were a religious group of nice people who thought it wise to fangle a foundation under the church. Their successful mission was to provide a home for many of the homeless kids that plagued the ghetto streets of Ajelli. They fed us, clothed us, and most times people who were living comfortably and those who had things to spare visited us with few measures of rice, loaves of bread, worn out clothes and even faded shoes that they no longer use. We always expected them and they never disappointed, each time they visited, it was Christmas for us. We felt loved.

I halted at the doorstep of the house we got to and looked up, gazing at it. Then I turned to my stepbrothers who ignored me and walked right inside. I joined them, my eyes still wide open. “This is our new house?” “The old man’s dead. We’re claiming his house,” Thane told. This one was much bigger than the other one, there were couches, rooms and beds. I could already see myself being thrown all over the place, me and my fantasies living in the fresh as my brothers.

“I wish I'd had the chance to tell you about it from the start, Kat, but you're already living a happy new life. Since your parents decided to protect you by not sharing any information, it prevents me from interrupting your life with this truth.” Mrs Dewi took a deep breath and then continued, “Your brother was three years old when the accident that gave you both parents happened. You two were put in this orphanage together. Unfortunately, your brother is too old and children who are too old are rarely in demand for adoption here. In the end your brother had to part with you because your adoptive parents chose you for adoption.” Mrs. Dewi looked at Kat gently. “Despite being apart, I know y

It was a damn good thing that fire had always excited me. I was pleasantly surprised by the contents of the folder. It was a conceptual plan to modify the existing orphanage into more of a group home feel. That particular building had been an old hospital that was remodeled into living quarters that could provide shelter for those who had no family to take care of them.

"For the latter, no. None of our family relatives accepted us. They were angry that our parents never had any of their time when they were in need. My family, you see, are financially constrict; that is, except my parents. My Dad was the lucky head in the family, so he was able to build an empire of his own world. "However, now that we're left to ourselves, the government had us agree to stay in an orphanage home, but my brother decide against it. He said we could live on our own. They refused, of course, but asked us to decide where we'd want to live. My brother searched for a place far away from Oxford, and all its memories. Mcbornie was the best choice. We were taken here and registered i

What a great first impression. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I am Jonathan. This is my brother, Jake. Jordan invited us over.” While Jonathan was definitely good looking, it was Jake who had caught my eye as the brothers had walked up. “Nice to meet both of you, I am Amalia” I replied, hoping to pull myself together and not continue to look ridiculous. “Jordan is inside getting the meat ready to put on the grill.” I motioned toward the back door. “I will go see if she needs any help,” Jonathan responded as he walked into the house, leaving Jake and I outside.

Chopping and carrying firewood, fetching water from the pump, carrying groceries, or lifting heavy items. Jeremy, she learned his name, stood out like a sore thumb because he was taller than most high school kids, and he always seemed to have spotless clothes no matter what he was doing, it was like he never got himself dirty, or dirt just jumped off of him. He was one of Clara’s brothers, and they chose to volunteer every few weeks because they grew up in an orphanage, so they knew what it was like for the kids to be without their families. The rumor was that the Johnson siblings were never adopted. They had nobody to call their own. They didn’t want the other kids to feel the way they did,