Brothers House Orphanage Novels & Stories

“This is where I grew up after we moved here.” “It is a beautiful home. It might be a little big for me, so I think I like the house down the road. At least for now.” Callie said as she leaned over the side of the car since I had put the convertible top down. I had a feeling she was trying to be nice. The house she was referring to was the second largest house, but it was not as nice. The house she referred to had been used as an orphanage, so it had just as many rooms and space as the Pack House.

“Further you go, the worse it gets. And we lived at the very end.” His childhood home, a ramshackle single-story house, where he stayed with his five brothers and his little sister, Renee, was still standing, and we parked on the street, watching a young woman in flip-flops carefully wash the car that sat in the vacant lot beside the driveway. Rocky held back tears. He remembered this house, he said, as the place where it all began. His little sister had her own room. “And all the boys were bunched up like sardines in bunk beds, the way it’s supposed to be.”

No one wanted to say the word first. Orphanage. In a city full of the dead, some places were still worse because of who had been helpless there before the world ended. Daniel searched the records with shaking hands. "Saint Brigid's Children's Home," he said. "Closed after abuse allegations. Building converted to private rehab, then abandoned." Ava's face went cold in a way I had learned to fear. "Kids?"

I suddenly didn't feel bad about missing a turn because with a house like this, you definitely need a map to find wherever you want to go. "This is sort of an orphanage home.” Kieran explained. We were standing in front of a large building that had a lot of kids running around. "It's for children who lost their parents in rogue attacks or at birth. And Dani takes care of it but you can take over whenever you're ready.” As Kieran explained the orphanage, I felt a pang in my chest. Seeing the children laughing and playing, their smiles carefree, brought back memories of my own childhood. I remembered the feeling of being alone, unsure of where I belonged.

he slammed the table hard. If it weren’t made from stone, it would have broken. “You need to learn patience, little brother.” He glared at me but sat back down. “The orphanage I build is only for the fallen soldier’s children. The one you will build will be for every child who lost a parent, abused by relatives and can no longer bare to stay in their home. For the ones on the streets fighting dogs for food.” I paused letting my words sink in.

He didn’t know how Liam would have survived when he was barely 4 and a half year back then. "No.. You are not my Jeff. My brother Jeffery wouldn’t have left me. You aren’t my brother. You left me, and then. I was lost. Someone took me to an awful place they called an orphanage. They would beat me. They didn’t give me food. They won’t give me clothes. They won’t let me sleep.

Brant A slow, unreadable look formed on my face, like I was trying to decide whether to speak or stay locked in my thoughts. “You want me to leave?” I asked. She walked over and wrapped her arms around my waist. “No, I want you to stay here with me. But you’re so lucky, you know? Your family worries about you.” She pulled back slightly and continued. “This house used to be my mom’s. When she died, she left it in my brother’s care—he was supposed to look after me. He never did. Always chasing drugs and women. In the end, he sold the house and left me homeless.”

"I'll lose my mind." Carlos reached for my hand and squeezed it gently. I was grateful for his warm fingers wrapped around mine. I was still shaken from the vision at the priestess's house, and his touch helped ground me in the real world. The orphanage sat on the outskirts of town, a large gray building with small windows and a heavy wooden door. It looked stern and unwelcoming, like the kind of place where children went to be forgotten. My stomach twisted as we approached. Somewhere in that building, my sister and I had lived as babies. We had been together once, before we were separated and sent to different families.

The driver peeled away and Hunter ushered her inside. Hunter carried Ash’s duffel bag on his shoulder as they walked through the main house, and she followed closely behind him. Up to that point, the largest house Ash had ever been in was the State Orphanage. "The House," as the residents had called it, had belonged to a wealthy couple who had left their estate as a donation to the government. The estate had included the family home, which the couple expressly provided in their Last Will and Testament was to be turned into a childcare institution after they died.

The old church had become a drug den as had most of the houses immediately surrounding it. Chastity’s sister, as far as Sasha knew, had never brought Orion here before. Her anger at Chastity for buying him new clothes and spending money but not giving her, any had made Chas’ little sister withhold all visits with Orion. Social services had done two welfare checks and had said both times he was fed and clean so there was nothing they could do. Clearly the woman had slipped up and went looking for her fix but rather than drop him at Chas,’ she had taken him with her.