Eden Orphan Home Novels & Stories

Her mother looked displeased and said, "We do not know your mother. The only thing we know is that you were abandoned by her and left on the roadside to die. Good Samaritans had to bring you to an orphanage where we found you." "What is the name of this orphanage?" Bethany asked with tears dripping down her face. Her mother let out a sigh and said, "The Missionary Orphanage in Los Angeles." Bethany quickly took down a note of the name of the orphanage in her phone and just as she was about to speak, her mom beat her to it. "There are also some things I need you to see and know." "What are those?" Bet asked, inching closer to her parents. Her parents shared another troubled glance and her fat

I sighed, taking a sip of the wine. "The laughter at home turned into quiet conversations. The warmth he grew up with...it dimmed." I continued, exhaling a breath and shrugged my shoulders. "But the father’s legacy didn’t die." I shook my head, glancing at Isabella. "A statue was built in his honor at one of the orphanages he cared for most—a place called, The Martínez Home for Orphans and Homeless Kids." I paused, my thumb tracing small circles on her foot. Her hand reached out, fingers brushing my hand as she sat up.

Please show us around the orphanage," he asked. "Of course," Edward agreed before beginning to walk away. We stepped between the children and the adults in charge of the house. They applauded for us, and I bowed my head with each step. As we walked through the orphanage, I couldn't help but feel sad for the children who lived there. The house was spotless and well-kept, but it was clear that these kids had been through a lot. They had lost their parents, families, and homes, and they were now living in this large building with so many other people who were just like them.

"I was an orphan abandoned by my parents when I was a child and was brought back by the old dean here. I grew up here. The old dean is very good that he really makes children here have a feeling of being at home. "However, due to limited conditions, the children in the orphanage have to leave here when they are 16 years old. I am no exception. I left the orphanage after my 16th birthday. "With no culture, no education, and no skill, after leaving here, I wander from place to place in the society and work everywhere to make a living.

“We’ve been good, dear. Thanks to the money you left us that year we are able to live comfortably up until now.” Arya and Mother Irene went inside the orphanage while catching up. Mother Irene is the caretaker of the children in the orphanage, together with some volunteers. They mostly get by their lives through donation of wealthy men and kindhearted young misses from the rich family. Mother Irene herself came from a noble family with some riches but she chose to serve as a mother to all the children who were homeless. The community they were in was a property of her family which is given to her. Along the way, Arya noticed the old children that greeted her with longing; they came to her an

Charles asked with interest, and I just sat there as Theo ratted me out to them and they mocked me about it. They drank while I just sat there because even though I wasn’t drunk yet, if I drink more, I will end up drunk. “Which one do you want to hear first?” Thomas asked me. “The orphanage.” That one concerns me the most. “The orphanage belonged to another organization before the church took it over, right before Maeve was adopted. They basically told her parents what the record that they had said.” Thomas revealed, and I felt kind of relieved that the current owner didn’t have anything to do with what happened.

They will clean the fountain. In a few days, a week tops, this town will be livable. “Where are we taking the human children?” Weiland asks. I look at Em who is standing as close to the pyre as she can get, watching her abductors burn to ash and bone. “There is a human orphanage fifty kilometers from here,” I inform them. “I sent some Omegas ahead to check it out. They say the adults are gone. They found the bodies in the compost pits.”

I laugh with him and look at the computer screen. "So. Who taught you how to find me? Is this what you do every day?" I ask. "No. Every time I miss you. You should quit and come work for me." He whines, and I laugh. This is the happiest I've been since I last saw him. "Go brush your teeth. Then we'll sleep in my room." I say, and he lights up immediately then runs to his small bathroom. The orphanage was sponsored by some rich people that all kids had their rooms and bathrooms. The house belonged to a very rich old businessman who died years back and had no one. The founder was his family friend who had a dream to cater for lost and orphan children and so was handed the house to start.

The quarters for the orphans, called ‘Safe Haven’ was the opposite of the Grahams’ beautiful mansion. Although the orphanage was very large and contained around 10,000–12,000 children from different places around the world, it was poorly built with wood in the far end of the estate.