Elizabeth Schuyler Orphanage Novels & Stories

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.

I haven’t always fancied living in the Pack’s orphanage but what other choice did I have? I never did normal things, we at the orphanage only went to school for five hours and we were immediately called back by the head of the orphanage, who we refer to as the grumpy Miss Sheldon. She didn’t have a liking for me or most of the girls my age and she never bothered to hide it. She was a huge woman in her huge fifties, with giant breasts that never seemed to fit into any of her clothes. She looked like a man, she had a hard, square chin and brown bead like eyes that always scoured for the slightest mistakes amongst us.

She had no remorse for her actions. Nate started spending time in the company of Elizabeth Pratt, while Oliver shifted his attentions from the very demanding Alice Smyth to the more amiable Sally McPhee. The Pratts and McPhees were respectable old-time families in Philadelphia. Elizabeth was a pretty little brunette with large, brown eyes and silken blonde hair. Her rosy cheeks highlighted her equally rosy lips that complimented a set of perfectly straight teeth whenever she smiled, which was often. Sally was a little taller and buxomer than her friend. Her dark brown hair complemented her blue eyes and robust complexion in a way that made her seem seductive without even trying. Both Eliza

When I first had the twins and was bleeding in labor, he accompanied Bianca to an art gallery. Now, just three hours after I gave birth to our third son, he let her bully me in my hospital room. Getting no response from me, Jack's voice turned colder. "Thea, know your place. If my parents weren't superstitious, believing you had some fertility blessing, do you think you could have ever married into the Schuyler family? "The Schuyler family's business boomed in the past few years, all because of me. Not because of how many children you had.

In this world, apart from the two of them, there was absolutely no third person who knew. Now that Charlotte was gone, she was the only one left who knew that secret. So, Suzy couldn’t possibly know. But if she doesn’t know, then why would she bring her here? While Wendy’s thoughts were in complete turmoil, Suzy approached her and asked, “What do you think of this place?” Not knowing what Suzy intended, Wendy didn’t dare to speak recklessly. Instead, she deflected with a question. “This orphanage has been abandoned for so long. Are you planning to buy it and repurpose it for something else?”

Today, Elizabeth was busy delivering food packages to the children at the orphanage. As the cost had been covered by Mawar, Elizabeth decided to add additional donations for the orphaned children. After all, the charity she had intended for Alex and both of his parents had to be fulfilled. Elizabeth arrived at Kasih Bunda Orphanage, a place she had once visited to donate Alex’s clothes. “I am very happy to see you here, Elizabeth,” said a woman who managed the orphanage as she immediately embraced her. “How have you been, Elizabeth?”

With each child at her side, Belinda stared up at what was supposed to be the Peach Valley Orphanage but wasn't. In place of the warm pink building she was familiar with was a gloomy brick house. Rather than a lush lawn and pretty flowers leading up to the house, the front yard was a boring graveled floor. The sign at the gate had it changed too. Mrs. Sutar's Home For Orphans, a name that definitely couldn't be mistaken for Ellie Compton.

Both their parents, dead, and all the possible things they could have inherited, burnt along with them. Many times, Elizabeth would tell herself that it must have been someone who hated her parents that caused this, but she could never truly prove this so she stopped thinking of it. When she had returned from school, she found out that her baby sister, Astrid, had been sent to an orphanage as no Highborn family would take her, and neither would they take her. At first, she hadn't believed it, but with the months that passed, she realized none of the Elders genuinely cared for one another, the lot of them all greedy and unloyal bastards.

Until it all disappeared. One morning, the whispers started. The funding for their orphanage was pulled. The private donors withdrew without warning. Within weeks, the place he called home was shuttered. Children were split up, sent off to unfamiliar homes, cold institutions with less oversight and even less compassion. Elias found himself in a hellhole disguised as a sanctuary. The beatings started early. First from the older boys, then the staff who turned a blind eye—or worse. No books. No computers. No more teachers praising his mind. Just survival.

But still, somehow, even with the evidence, I don't want to believe anything they're telling me. After hearing where she is, I quickly drove to get to her location and found her happily bonding with her friends. The women looked at me with indifference in their eyes, while Schuyler looked like a kid who got caught from stealing. ‘What's with the look, little kitten?’ I clenched my jaw. ‘Did you really do that?’ As much as I want to make her admit her crimes, something else happened and I got a call from the hospital. Schuyler's parents are dying. Their bodies had been refusing treatments for more than three weeks already and no one even informed us!