I Don't Run An Orphanage Novels & Stories

I seriously, don’t want to get involved with men like Alpha Magnus again. Just then, my phone rang, notifiying me about a donation to my orphanage, an orphanage I built for the homeless children here in the Springfield called Ziraili Orphanage. Checking it, my mouth left my jaw, seeing that it was 10 million donation. It was sent by someone without a name, just anonymous. Just then, the business email I had notified too. “Hey, I sent a donation to your orphanage. I hope you like it <3”

I was at home. I had some time before my shift started. Yeah, I was working sometimes. But I didn’t spend any of these money on me. I earned money, so that I could go to some toy shop and buy toys for orphans. I think they really didn’t deserve being without everything that I had. They are the same as me, probably better but they don’t have as much as I had, only because they are alone. Also I was buying some food for abandoned dogs and cats. Every week I was going to orphanage and shelter.

Let's face it, I am a total wreck. I wonder how the orphanage was doing. I knew it had finally been built, but last I heard they were still getting it set up before the kids can arrive. I have been so busy training and learning my Luna duties, I haven’t had much time to check in on things as much as I had wanted to. Other than Hunter, no one knew it had been me who donated the money and I was glad.

"I'll find you a better place. I'm sure I know someone who could offer you a good deal. I don't mind giving you some money to pay for it either." "No," he cut me off in a hard tone. "I'm not a charity case, Georgia. If you want to give out money, give it to the orphanage." "I do give money to the orphanage," I said, insulted. "I donate and fundraise multiple times a year. I'm not considering you as a charity case. I'm offering because I.."

- So I heard you ran away from the orphanage again. - As you know? - She questioned, while eating, without stopping. - I finance and manage the orphanage, I made some donations, I know its records. - He said. - It's bad there. - She said while eating. - It's better there than starving, staying on the street and joining a gang. - I can't stay there, they are horrible, they want to give me orders all the time. - He said. - What's the use, you have nowhere to stay. - He said.

It wasn't what I expected, and it took me a moment to get my brain working again. "I'm also an orphan," I began. "But I'm lucky. The place I came from was well-supported. Our city orphanages, well, there's something going on that's not right. They're having trouble with basic operations, and it's putting the kids at risk." Sally was quiet. I assumed this meant she wanted more, and I rushed to fill the silence. "I have something else I'm working on if you really don't like it, but I honestly think it would work for Social Scene because it has a good combination of heart-warming and..."

“Hi. Who runs the orphanage?” The smallest of the three steps forward, pushing her strawberry blonde hair out of her face. “We really don’t have anyone that runs this place, but I guess the three of us by default. We were the oldest of the pups that lost our families, so we have been doing our best here.” “How old are you?” I ask. “Maggie and I are fifteen and Lilly is fourteen,” the strawberry blonde haired girl says. “What’s your name?”

There was an invitation from one of the Orphanages we sponsored. I would gladly go for this one. I read through the message and smiled. I was a special guest of honour. I and Najmah and a plus one. It was the 23rd anniversary of the Orphanage home. Al-Hussein Orphanage Home. They had lots of beautiful children. They helped Single Mothers as well and sponsored kids all around the world. It was a great place, they held many fun activities. I was gladly going for this with my daughter. It was in two weeks time.

Tossing the covers off my lower body, I lift my body off my bed into my chair, settling myself correctly, unlock the brakes before wheeling myself into my bathroom to perform my morning routines. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Jace Martin, I'm a 17 years old senior in high school. I'm the second oldest child of my parents five children. My parents are not together any longer, they went their separate ways when my mom walked out of our lives when my youngest sister Amelia was only 4 years old.

Teachers also play a crucial role in their development, but the other students in school can still cause a hindrance. Never has the thought of adopting a baby ever been a problem to me because I am an orphan and was raised in an orphanage. As kids, all of us in the orphanage would also hope to get a family some day, but that good luck came only to a few of them. Maybe because they looked cuter than the rest, or maybe because they were the smartest of the lot.