Homeless Girl Novels & Stories

I asked looking at the girl and she smiled, "This is more of a shelter for the homeless LGBTI people... if they are chased away from home or they are scared to come out, they are always welcome here... we supply them with food, a place to stay and help them study... We strickly take those who are less than 18 though, once you hit 19 you need to leave and fend for yourself." I looked at her with my jaw on the floor, she was doing all this? She had a heart? Oh God I was going to lose my mind.. this wasn't the Susan I knew and I work with...

he turned grave adding, “and we mustn’t help her run away from it…..” Loathefiya was puzzled by hearing this by which she only stared but Aerial nodded on his words catching up her guts in replying to the little girl, “We are as usually traveling on trading works” she spoke to her in as much as easy English as she could to make Loathefiya understand herself, “but, above all, we are going to a new house.” “House?” the little girl asked. “Yes, it’s not any simple type of house. It's called Girl’s Home. It’s a place where all types of girls are living. Bi girls, small girls, and even little girls like you.”

"Go through the front gate. The balcony’s too dangerous. I brought your ID and insurance card. Good thing your mother moved your records under her name back then. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known what to do." I turned back in disbelief. This grandmother I remembered—loud and sharp-tongued—now stood there slightly hunched, her silver hair neatly pinned back, a few loose strands drifting across her forehead. She looked almost like a child who had done something wrong, unsure of what to do. Her calloused hand reached up to touch my cheek. It was rough, but warm. "Go, Nia. Leave this place. Live the life you want." There wasn’t a single servant left in the villa. The guards at the entrance were

I leaned against the door, my body shaking. Lord Kieran was right about something. He could have stopped it. “Are you okay?” a low voice asked behind me. I turned and saw a small girl about my age. She was pretty and pale. She must have gone through Laura’s bullying as well. There were bruises on her arms. I scanned her body, my chest tightening. There was a lot more going on in this pack than I knew. “I’m fine. Are you new here?” I asked. She chuckled softly. A flicker of sadness crossed her smile. “No. I was brought here when I was young. My mother was sold as a prostitute.”

The girl, a poor orphaned girl since she was 11 years old, lived running away from the orphanage, currently, she ran away from a shelter, relating to some gang groups, which seemed to welcome her. In that for a few times, Venus saved her from a group of delinquents, who saw her steal something from them, it seemed that since she was 16, he always got them out of trouble. She was now getting involved with another rival group of gangs, who proposed that she join their group after managing to pass the test by stealing a motorbike from that same group. There was a feud here between a biker gang, between rival werewolves. Yes, she needs a little money, everything she did, even stealing food from

He’ll never come close to feeling like me, when people like him have never known a day of hunger. Never known the lengths a 16-year-old pregnant homeless beggar would go, to put food in her belly to feed her unborn child.

She let out a quiet sigh, her gaze drifting as if piercing through the walls of the room, reaching back into a past filled with hardship and suffering. “Can you imagine?” she said softly, a hint of bitterness in her tone. “I was a street rat, a child with no home, no family, no one to rely on. I lived like a mouse, hiding in the shadows, surviving by begging, stealing, or worse. But I was a girl—a young girl, all alone. How could I possibly survive in a world like that and still remain… whole?”

“You can tell me if you want to let all your emotions out. I know how it feels. It's very bad to have to keep all those sorrows to yourself." "Do you?" asked Lexie scornfully. Jacob doesn't really seem to know her feelings. She was broken, inside and out. No one here could understand her feelings. “My younger sister and I were homeless after our parents died. We don't have a house because we only rented a small apartment. After our parents died due to an incident, we didn't have the money to rent the apartment. We ended up leaving the apartment with nowhere to go. We occasionally steal on the street to buy food. We slept in an old abandoned building with a dozen other homeless people. I was

The girl spreads some of her clothes on the floor and lies on them. Is she a gangster or something? But gangsters can afford at least a decent home. She's beautiful, why is she living in this manner? "I had a mother too you know, she died last month. My stupid father left us with a tone of debts and we had to sell everything to pay them" "It was not enough because those people hunted us down and took Mum. I found her dead body outside our previous house. I had to run and this is what I can afford for now, there are no jobs around here so I do the only thing I have to survive"

The man took time to examine the phones and when he was done, he brought out a stack of money, counted it, and gave the girl who collected them with smiles. Leaving the mobile shop, she trotted towards the bus station where she boarded a bus back to the slums. ****IN THE SLUMS*** "Aurora when did you leave the house?" A shabbily dressed woman called out to the girl as she walked into the shabby-looking house where she lived with her mom and younger sister. "Early enough, Good morning mama" she greeted the woman and walked into the house. "Such a smooth day" she whistled, climbing the almost worn-out stairs that led to the rooftop where she used as a room.