Eden Orphan Home Novels & Stories

It was only after my warden’s call that soon after my marriage that I got to know that my husband had been the biggest donor and his money was being used for the kids’ education and healthcare facilities. Not only did I feel proud of being married to such an obliging man, but I also felt grateful to him for taking care of my home. I have called the orphanage my home ever since I learnt that every place that has contributed to your upbringing is your home as that’s what the actual home also does. So, why not celebrate what you have by making the most out of it and not miss the things you don’t have; hence, the orphanage is my home.

Chapter 69 Selena's POV The orphanage home was an almost run down building with chipped paints and leaking ceilings. The children were huddled in a corner, each clad in warm clothes against the incoming storm. It wasn't fancy in any way but the aura was that of warmth and goodwill. "How can I help you?", an elderly woman appeared, a small smile on her face as she addressed us. "Umm, I'm looking for the boss around here", I provided, staring at her expectantly.

“Bellamy spearheads far more than that. Did you know that he personally oversees five group homes and ensures the guys are personally cared for? I got the pleasure of meeting a group of them earlier, and I was floored with how much they give back to the communities in their city. This auction is to provide for the costs of several orphanages that take in children who have lost their families or who were abandoned. Do you know how many parents toss their children out like yesterday’s trash? It’s not just witch and shifter children either. It doesn’t matter what supernatural species they are from. They are cared for, loved, and taught how to use their abilities in such a way that breaks that c

No one knows the reason as he was found standing outside the gates of the orphanage. 'Lil angels house' orphanage was newly established a few months ago, before my arrival here. It comes under one of the foster care institutions in New york. Some of the children were transferred here after its completion. Currently, around 15 children are here containing the age from 1year to 14 years old. One of them is 16 years old Peter, who is studying in local public school, and also volunteered for taking care of them being their elder. These kids don't deserve this kind of fate, abandoned by parents for whatever reasons. But some of them were dead and some were poor enough to not take care of them.

It was clear that he was disgusted by our situation. Being an orphan since the age of fifteen, following my parents' tragic demise in a plane crash, I had no one else to turn to. Fortunately, Ivan's parents, who were close friends with mine, graciously took me in because none of my other relatives were willing to provide me with a home and care.

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.

And with enough enhancements, it became a sanctuary for abused and neglected kids, not just orphans. She hired Mr. and Mrs. Powell, Heather's parents, personally to oversee this orphanage. They met at another facility that was now converted to house the teens and young adults. They showed a lot of care and empathy towards the children they had taken in. Their love and kindness made everyone happier and more productive.

She observed how great she was with the kids who weren’t aware of their parents or were sent to an orphanage after the death of their parents. ‘She can’t fake all these things. She is indeed different.’ She mentally thought. Near Orphanage, there was an old age home at some distance, in such a way that old age people could spend time with kids giving them the love they missed having from their REAL parents. Caroline almost visited them, thankfully most of them knew English, so the language didn’t create any problem. “We have never seen you before, child. Are you new here?” June, one of the old ladies asked.

I wish they would come back to me. " Aldrik you're here child? Come inside let's meet your new friends. " Aunt Lilly saw me. Mercy Home orphanage that's the name and aunt Lilly is the founder of this orphanage. Aunt Lilly and mum was friends and mum sometimes came here to volunteer but I never thought this is going to be my new home. I nodded my head to Aunt Lilly and followed her inside. This orphanage has 2 quarters one for young children under 10 years and the other is for teens.

Amber lowered her head in humiliation, their laughter ringing in her ears like a thousand bells. Though crushed, she tried to focus her thoughts on the next day. Thankfully, she would visit the orphanage-a place that brought her peace and joy. That hope, small as it was, gave her strength. --- The next day, daylight spilled across the village. The orphanage sat along a busy street, surrounded by the sounds of vendors, clattering pots, laughing children, and wandering goats. A marquee out front read: To Care for the Homeless Children. Amber handed three boys a coin each for helping her carry hampers of gifts. They thanked her and darted into the street, full of life.