Homeless Girl Novels & Stories

I wish I could have been more like my mother, but life threw me in a direction and I have no idea how to turn around, and ever since then I have tried to catch my breath, and the only way I can forget about my Mothers last phone call is to smoke pot and use whatever drug makes me feel better and forget the most horrible night of my life. “You need to get your life in order young lady, you need to start thinking about your future, the people you’re hanging out won’t help you..” Yeah fuck you, Mr I have a law degree, and think you know everything, but you never lost your parents at 14 and had to move from one foster home to another, live on the streets and smoke pot to fucking feel better. I s

This girl is weird. Good thing that we got to her house since I thought she was about to pass out. She jumps out of the car. I haven't even hit the brakes yet. No wonder she gets into so many accidents. She runs to a dilapidated house at the end of the street. Yanking the wooden screen door, the girl almost flies inside the house. The neighborhood is not a good one. I can see in the distance trailer parks and old rundown houses. I spotted a malnourished cat with scabies lying flat on the street.

“she says, Okay, I’ve been a teenage girl myself; I see where this is coming from, so I sit down on the bed and pat the space next to me, inviting my little guest to take a seat as I say. “I know where you’re coming from, sweetheart, but I’m sure your parents will be very worried about you; it’s not safe for a young girl to be out on the streets at this time.” She sniffs as she wipes away a tear and whispers, “My parents died when I was just a baby. I live with my brother; we live with Liam and Lucy now.”

Oriana Alice. "I'm not a bad person. Don't be afraid." Oriana Alice patted her head. The girl gradually raised her eyelids, and the force of the bite also decreased. The girl let go, crouching in a corner. "Why are you sitting here?" "I don't have a home to go back to... I... I'm on my own." Sitting on a rock, the little girl looked at her. That girl has lifeless eyes, a little soft and weak, her hands have many scratches, she wears an old shirt, and she uses the thin skin of her feet to touch the ground.

Pushing through the undergrowth, I stumbled blindly forward, propelled by sheer adrenaline. Suddenly, a whimper broke through the symphony of forest sounds. A soft, pathetic whimper that sent a shiver down my spine. Fear momentarily forgotten, I followed the sound, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. There, huddled beneath a gnarled oak, sat a girl. A girl no older than ten, with hair as dark as the encroaching night and eyes that held a haunting emptiness. Her clothes were ragged, her face streaked with dirt, and her stomach growled loudly, a stark reminder of hunger.

The faint sound of cars blaring from afar mingled with the rhythm of her heart, as she lost herself in the wilderness of her thoughts. Her phone buzzed, interrupting her. It was Anya. “Girl what's up?" Anya uttered from the other end of the call. "Ariel, are you listening?" Anya heard the sniffs. “Girl, are you crying? talk to me, I'm worried.” “I'm homeless now.” She hated to trouble people with her own problems, but what option did she have?

the girl said, her tears still falling as she blinked up at him. Nina’s heart broke for the child. She was so sweet and vulnerable. How could anyone possibly hurt her? Kneeling down, Nina placed the girl on the ground. “Do you remember your parents’ phone number? I can call the police, and they’ll help you. They won’t let anyone hurt you again.” But the girl’s crying only intensified, and after a moment, she whispered, “I don’t have any parents.” This answer stunned both Nina and Nash. No matter how they asked, the little girl insisted she had no parents, claiming she had been living on the streets, alone.

"Now, folks! Our next one is a 28-year-old female! Outstanding beauty for someone who's been homeless for days! Here she comes~" My interest was piqued by her background. She came in a dirty waitress outfit. A body with good curves and nice skin. The only proof of her being homeless was her dirty waitress uniform. Her pale, ivory face was almost hidden under the dark bob with bangs. When I looked closely, I saw her trembling hands and wrists bleeding because of the cuffs. She's overly fragile yet absurdly brave. For such a frail girl to still be fighting to survive after being mistreated by fate so much earned her my satisfaction.

I concluded that he was going to be my source of food . I walked to the girl that was asking for money from people that passed. She was skin-bones. I had never seen a person as thin as her . "Hey ..." I greeted "Please take my money,I am hungry." " I am not going to take your little money but I am here to propose a deal ,," "What kind of a deal...??" "I will provide you with shelter in you help me in getting us food " I tried to convince her. "shelter...is it a big house ,with beds and showers ?? especially since you sure do smell like you just got out of the shower" she mocked me

Or maybe, he just ignored it. Eion stopped ahead of me as a little girl with dirty clothes had her hand reach out to Eion, asking for alms. I stared at the girl, she had this can in her hand which didn't contain anything. Her dirty clothes and charcoaled face told me that she's homeless. I averted my gaze to the ground as I can't. I feel sorry for the girl since she'll only receive nothing like money but a you-don't-exist-treatment from Eion and if even luckier, a glare.