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.

Clearing it to compose myself, I began walking towards her. Wahya laughed again. "What a change!" "Shut your mouth!" I snapped, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. He laughed harder this time. Typical Wahya, always finding amusement in my most awkward moments. "Alpha Zephyr!" The children's voices rang out as they rushed towards me, enveloping my feet in hugs before circling me. I recognized them as the Hope Home children, who often walked around the pack in the evenings. Hope Home was an orphanage I had established after my father's death. It was a project born out of empathy, reflecting my experiences. Over time, it had evolved into a sanctuary for numerous children who had lost their pa

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.

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.

The two women of different ages walked down the hall to the room of a middle-aged man, Adine's biological father, who had been sent to a nursing home by Mellisa - his second wife—Adine's stepmother. The Rumah Singgah Saudara orphanage is a simple one-story building that houses orphaned and abandoned children and the elderly. They reached the end of the corridor. There was a room measuring about 3x2.5 meters. Adine stopped at the open door. She found an older man staring out the window, sitting in a wheelchair. "I'll leave you here," Mrs. Nita said, leaving Adine with her father. Adine nodded and looked back at her father, who still hadn't noticed her arrival.

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.

“An orphanage?” “Not just any orphanage,” Nyx chimed in. “It’s a private home disguised as a state shelter. Owned by a shell company that leads back to Ashford Holdings.” Eva’s eyes narrowed. “So Daddy dearest hid a ticking time bomb in a house full of orphans?” Grace’s voice was steel. “We go. We find them. Before Jade does.” Saint Mariana By evening, Grace and Nathaniel stood before the iron gates of Saint Mariana Orphanage. Snow dusted the cobblestone path. The old house loomed with eerie elegance, its stained-glass windows glowing gold from the inside.