Homeless Youth Stories Novels & Stories

Jonah says with a scoff, giving me a superior look, "All there is in the market here is drug addicts, half-animals, homeless guys and criminals. Even before the change, to be honest. The fact that you're the last thing I've fucked is sad, but not as sad as fucking two homeless guys." "Did you see him?" I ask, turning around to hand him his coffee. Jonah rolls his eyes, not wanting to admit Lion is handsome, "This one is different. He grew up rich, ran away from his family and is now homeless by choice because he's a little crazy. Not a little… he’s actually batshit crazy." That makes Jonah give me a pointed look. He's so overprotective sometimes, but then he leaves me alone in the middle of

“I have been appealing to the mayor and the city officials, trying to do what I can,” Jackson tells the boys as they stretch their calves. “Homelessness is a multi-faceted problem, and installing outdoor piss stations isn’t the solution.” “Might as well piss on the mayor, for all the good it’ll do you,” Theodore says. “Seriously, Jackson, what good is appealing to a bunch of selfish assholes who complain about the availability of caviar or whether the foie gras is authentic? They’re not going to care about us unless it benefits them.” “Someone’s got to care. I care,” Jackson points out. They lie down in the grass, doing flutter kicks for their stomachs. “I’m going to keep coming, checking on

And the will be nothing more suspicious than a young girl roaming around the streets in a hospital gown. Yes! She was homeless. Ruby had come in contact with a group of teenagers who called themselves the "happy helpers" and had only joined them on their camping trip because she was promised free shelter after their trip. But fate or rather someone hadn't been so kind on them. Now she was back to where she was and with an unnecessary bill she planned to run from; that is, as soon as she could find decent clothing. She got on her feet and started pacing around. Need a plan! Need a plan! Need a fucking plan! She chanted in her mind,

"The orgasms are definitely helpful, too." Tae gives me an 'I told you so' look, and I roll my eyes at his dramatics. "I'm sorry for lying. I sort of freaked out. Come sit; we'll tell you everything you need to know and answer any questions." An hour and a half later, Hazie is full of new information, some good and some bad. Like always, King Asshole was right. Hazie isn't as fragile as I thought she was, and I should have had more faith in her. She told us more about her homeless friend, Ryan. They were in the same grade and shared almost every class from their fourth-grade year to senior year. She doesn't know how he lost his job and home, but she saw him sleeping on a bench near the facto

“Your parents?” “Don’t know what happened to them. I was found in a dumpster. No one wanted me, so I was put into the system. That young girl I met the other week—I know what it’s like to be her. To go through the transition and not know what the fuck you’ve done. I did that. My foster dad was hitting me, again, and again. I felt bones break beneath the crush of his boot, and then the next thing I knew, I woke up in the middle of the road, naked. No one was around, thank God, but I knew. That’s my story. That’s why I’ve never been with a pack. I learned the hard way in life that you can only take care of yourself. Down in that pit, I was all alone. I killed to survive and the first person in

"Can you tell me about yourself from the beginning Lara so I know what I'm dealing with and then I can find a way to help you if that is ok with You?" "Ok...John" she shyly says. "Well I'm an orphan just like Mark, we've met on the streets like i said before and that life was hard! We joined a group of other homeless kids and that's how we survived. We took care of each other until one day a man & woman in an expensive car came by and took me, Mark and some others from our group in. They told us that they don't have kids, that they can't have them but they love to give us a new life, a life that we always wanted.

“We met in places no one wanted us; orphanages, shelters, homes that weren’t safe. When I turned eighteen, we had no one, nowhere to go. So we ran. It was us against the world on the streets. We went through things that none of you would last a day in!” “Jeremy-” Tahlia muttered shakily. My throat went dry. “I taught them every trick and I organized the names, the accounts, the jobs.” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “You can call it whatever you want. Fraud? Crime? But to us, it was a way out. A way to never go back there again!” The officer wasn't moved. “I hope you never find them. I’d rather rot in here than let you drag them back!”

"I don't care whether you want to accept it or not, because I don't care about you. If you had known how troublesome you were, you would have jumped overboard and drowned yourself for being the cause of other people's suffering!" "Alright alright, you don't need to say it over and over again! I also don't want to be like this and I also have absolutely no intention of making it difficult for you. I have no choice and because of that I ..." I suddenly hesitated to explain to him. After I thought about it, how could he possibly understand the hardships I was having. It was considered a family burden even though I was 27 years old, was evicted from home, had no place to live and was forced to s

Brooke said, and Austin was in a trance after hearing that. He recalled when he and his brother were on the streets begging for food. His younger brother couldn’t walk after being beaten when they tried stealing food. Their parents had died when he was three, and his younger brother was one year old; they had lived on the streets since then. Shanaya had been walking on the streets of Milan when she saw them begging for food. They had just been thrown out of the café, and the security had wanted to beat them when her bodyguards intervened.

money to eat something hot. The man was very violent. We didn't do anything like what I had done up until now. I didn't have much experience, and he wanted more than I knew. I was very upset and he didn't even pay me. I even had to jump out of the bedroom window and escape, as he didn't even pay for the room. I didn't want to do that again. At that point, I tried to kill myself, but someone called an ambulance and they saved me. After that, I was hungry and cold for many days. But when people started throwing stones at me to keep me away from the rubbish bins, I stole some clothes from a clothesline and looked for a place where I could sell the body in a more controlled way. From then on, I