Eden Orphan Home Novels & Stories

I ended with an abridged version of the recent ordeal of how I ended up in the hospital a second time. By the end of my story, she was so focused. I could see the fire in her eyes. I didn’t say anything nor did I ask anything at this point. I just left the room empty for her to fill and sure enough she began. “I am an orphan. I don’t know how they died or when. I grew up as an orphan, being passed as a foster from home to home. For a long time, I worked as a pack slave in the pack house when I was a child and adolescent”.

Hester kneeled and hugged each one individually. Her face lit up as she greeted the children. Andro, Jema, Canis, Tero, Laman, Stor and Gusha. Four boys and three girls. They had been sent to Mama Gracine’s orphanage from various places in the kingdom after they had been abandoned, or their parents killed. The children shared their latest toys which were little more than sticks or smooth pebbles and after their excitement waned and they left to play, Mama Gracine spoke.

Nothing else. It wasn’t really mine, any more than the room Vincent had given me at his villa was, or the dorm I’d slept in at the orphanage had been. Just a place, not a home. I’d never had a home or a family; I hadn’t been as lucky as Freda, this unexpected doppelgänger to my own life.

he declared with authority as if he holds the future. On the evening of her birthday, the whole orphanage celebrated with her, the party was organized by Ma'am Cindy and Ma'am Sophie. They were like their real mothers. They treated each of them with justness. Everyday they kept looking for foster parents for every orphans. They desired to provision home for homeless, parent to parentless. Although it injured them to witness the children left but it is for their own good. They ought them to live a life they deserve.

He looked at the building and spoke. “It is an orphanage.” I tilted my head at the words. “What is an orphanage?” I had never heard that word spoken before. I had no knowledge of what it meant. He frowned at the thought as he spoke. “It is a place for babies, kids, and young adults to go when they have no one, and nothing. It is a home for the homeless young. Once you are 15, you are put out on the streets to find your own way. Whether it be the women through marriage to get a home from a man or a man working for a stranger for a home.” I could not believe what I was hearing. I thought that all kids had someone to take care of them. I had no clue that there were kids on the street. It was ho

Although it's nothing like the orphanage in the Rexellen pack, I have to appreciate the homely feel of everything. “How many children do you have in here?” I ask her, curious. “Believe it or not, this orphanage has never hosted more than ten children at once,” Joan replies as she leads us down a corridor. “Almost all the time when both the parents die, there's a blood-related guardian to take them in. The children we normally get are from rogues who'd gotten pregnant and left their babies at the pack borders, or from families who'd been entirely destroyed by hunters.”

There was an invitation from one of the Orphanages we sponsored. I would gladly go for this one. I read through the message and smiled. I was a special guest of honour. I and Najmah and a plus one. It was the 23rd anniversary of the Orphanage home. Al-Hussein Orphanage Home. They had lots of beautiful children. They helped Single Mothers as well and sponsored kids all around the world. It was a great place, they held many fun activities. I was gladly going for this with my daughter. It was in two weeks time.

but after a few seconds of hesitation, he spoke and when he did, I listened with heaviness in my heart. Orien was a street urchin and an orphan. He had never met his parents and had grown on the streets of Adarlan, a beggar and a thief too. No one offered to help him. Abandoning children in Enchantia was a high crime and the only ones who could be bold enough to do that were women who had children outside marriages. Abandoning the children was better than getting caught and roasted alive by the keepers.

I held the bedsheet and squeezed it as I stressed my brain to remember anything else. "Okay, that is good" "Where is this? Where am I?" "This is the Orphanage home, Texas. in US." Myris said with a smile and curled her right arm around my shoulder while she stooped lower. "This is a place for young ones, who're orphans and less privileged." My eyes widened. "Okay... So how then did I get here?"

He basically hit the nail on the head. "According to your cover you set light to your old group home. You got arrested, but have been given one last chance. Now, because the group home has been destroyed, it means you all had to move to another home. In this case, it's an orphanage located in the town of the Agency we are trying to take down. It's the only place that you could find that would accept troubled teens. Is this all making sense?" Everyone nodded.