Elizabeth Schuyler Orphanage Novels & Stories

[Nowo’s POV] It all started at that magical place called HIA. It is an agency-slash-orphanage, where all orphans are allowed to work for their own living when they reach the legal age of 18. They were taking care of neglected children by adopting them, providing their needs, and by showing them the real love of a parent they were all longing for. To share and bring fun is what the HIA aims for. I know, right? It is indeed amazing to have met such a great place like this. Also, I’m really thankful to have met the most naughty and a little bit nice best buddy of mine. Omo, I really do miss him a lot.

“So I finally gave in to her request.” Luke anxiously put a hand through his hair and started pacing, I couldn't figure out what he was thinking. “And Sylvie?” he finally asked. “Your mom delivered her early,” I explained. “She was born premature and Chloe somehow managed to sneak her to an orphanage. Stab Child Care, in a little town called Me.” I explained emphasizing the terms that was in the note. Luke looked up, understanding what I meant. “So that’s what the note meant.” He asked in grief.

Janet had learned from Elisa how she lost her parents and Janet wanted to take her to this place for a long time. “What are we doing here?” Elisa asked uncomfortably. Elisa had always grown up in Edwin’s protection and never saw a place that could be this unkempt. “This is an orphanage, a place where I used to come with my mother,” Janet replied. Elisa followed her and when they entered the gate few children ran toward them yelling. “Jenny sis.” The children were almost thirty and Elisa not understanding the situation, hid behind Janet. But the children didn’t attack her only they were pushing each other trying to hug Elisa.

That ought to mean something at least. “What else do you know about Elizabeth? Did she have family?” “I heard she had one, Miss Eve. She used to have one since she was adopted by an influential family here in Manchester. She was an heir to a sect but she ran away after she knew that her adopted father killed her uncle and cousins. She wanted to seek for help, which brought her to Mr. Lucian’s lands, and that was when they developed something.”

I quickly say to Charles, “Please go back to the car with Liam, I’ll be with you shortly.” He looks between Aunt Sue and me before he nods and quietly turns to leave. Now, I face her as she struggles to go on, fisting her hands to her chest and avoiding my gaze desperately. I hate this eerie feeling wafting from her. Something is gravely wrong. “A-after the incident...we sent her to an orphanage and months ago, there was a fire and Elizabeth returned home...” She begins to narrate while I force myself to keep quiet and listen to her wheeze on. “Adam didn’t want her with us...so she left, and we haven’t seen her since.”

They would always shine like sun and start cleaning up theirs rooms whenever they hear their Scar Di was coming. Scarlett was equally happy to see them and play with them. She felt refreshing with them . Away from all her troubles and responsibilities. She felt happy being around them. She would always try to bake with them but never her cake turned out good. Mrs. Crawford would always help her. She was kind old lady. She took care of the children at the orphanage. It was a private property of some rich , big businessman who never cared to even step a foot inside the orphanage. It was passed onto him by his dad.

“…This is the first time anyone’s talked about my name like that!” Cecelia grew bashful at the remark. “Who gave you your name? Was it your mother or your father? They must really love you to give you such a beautiful name.” Only after saying so did Cyrus Sandler recall the results of his investigation on her. Cecelia Shayne was an orphan. There was no mother or father. Such a name must have been given by one of the orphanage workers. Honestly speaking, he had felt a little bad for asking. Regardless of how happy Cecelia may seem, she was still an orphan and might more or less be self-abased because of it.

He nods, “Sounds like a good life you had together.” She nods, “It was wonderful, but after he died, I couldn’t stay in London, in that house. So, I came to work with Eliza, and the sisters were reunited. Sisters of circumstance, orphans taken in by the Guild. Girls banding together against the world. Sixteen was the first time I saw Eliza really bloodied, and nineteen was horrific. Twenty-one defined us all, and twenty-eight changed her forever.” Ash nods, “You know it all I suppose.” He nods again,

Amelia For 18 years, I've lived under the torment of Headmistress Crane at the orphanage, but today feels different. Soon, orphans like me will be sold to werewolves, turned into their human pets. I’ve planned to escape more than once, and each time, Crane’s watch over me has become even stricter. I carry the slop from the basement out of the orphanage that has been my home for almost eighteen years. I make sure to slump over my bucket and shuffle my feet under Director Crane’s scrutinous supervision.

They all shrieked out at the same time, forcing her to close her ears, using her hands. She chuckled at their childishness. She was in a park, beside an orphanage. The orphanage was located a little way from their apartment. She discovered it today only when she decided to explore the area instead of going job hunting. She loves children. When she was in Chicago, she and Selena used to go to an orphanage in their area and donate the little amount they could and play with the children. They used to tutor the children every weekend for free.