La Huérfana Mga Nobela at Kwento

⸻ Selena in the Orphanage Far from the mansion, in a crumbling orphanage tucked between rust-stained walls, Selena curled up in a narrow bed. She clutched the ragged doll to her chest—the last relic of her family. The nuns called her “Anna.” They said her parents abandoned her, that no one was coming. But every night, before sleep, she whispered into the doll’s ear: “Mama will find me. Papa will come. They promised.” But days turned to weeks, weeks to months. The whispers grew weaker. Her memories blurred—her mother’s laugh, her father’s strong arms, her uncle’s wicked grin. They became dreams she wasn’t sure she had ever lived.

Maybe that's her natural expression. "Good morning ma'am. By the way, I'm Evelyn Buenaventura, I live in the province, and here in Manila searching for a job. I have two siblings, a girl and a boy. We are now orphans of our parents. They are both dead." Evelyn said, smiling. "Okay Evelyn, she is Carina. She is the one you will take care of. Whatever she orders, you must follow. Carina is seven months pregnant and her pregnancy is delicate, so she needs someone to sympathize with." Mom ordered her.

My other half. The orphanage used to tell us the story of how we were found. We were two squalling newborns covered in dirt and blood, stuffed inside a container floating in the gutter. Poked with holes, like some halfhearted coffin. Whoever left us there hadn’t wanted us dead. Just gone and forgotten. Maybe that was mercy. Maybe it was cruelty. I stopped caring what it was a long time ago. I don’t even want to bother finding out who our parents are. “Francesca,” Federica’s soft voice sliced through my thought. “I’m hungry. Let’s… let’s do Madam Big Foot’s chores.”

I neither heard the cry of my child, nor saw her face. That night, Nora-The Mafia Queen died and Camilla- The Stripper, was born.

Ava Sánchez, just eighteen, trudged through New York City's twisted streets, her body worn thin by the relentless grind of survival. Her dark eyes, once lively, now mirrored her exhaustion, and her brown hair, streaked with the city's grime, framed a face drained of color. Hunger and anxiety pressed on her frail shoulders, each step forward a battle against the desperation gnawing at her insides.

Juana? Let's talk about her. She's twelve, tall, pretty, intelligent and smart, asthmatic, lonely and a genius. Juana was one of a kind, a smart, emotional person and an only child. She had eyebrows and eyelashes that had been shaped from infancy and a very clear skin; she was adorable.

he smiles again with his arms crossed, he was being dead serious. I look down to the woman who was on the floor with tears rolling down her face, we make eye contact where she slowly begins to nod while unclipping the baby from her sling thing. I knell down closer to her as she passes me the small crying child, I hold her in my arms a pink blanket wrapped around her tiny body. "What's her name?" I whisper to the crying women, she whispers back Amelia "I promise, I won't let anything happen to her" I whisper as the tall guy smacks the counter telling me to hurry it up.

My jaw clenched, I pulled my hand out of Kelly's grasp and clenched both of my hands tightly - my mother. "Hello everyone, I'm Lucy Johnson, Hannah's mother. Hannah was a beautiful child, when she came it was a big pleasant surprise to us. She was our shining light. She was always so full of life and love. We have lost her and suddenly it seemed that that light is gone..." her voice breaking, she was crying.

I am so focused on finishing those paper works, and now I am hungry. Since I am an only child, my parents' attention were all mine. I was taught of different things, especially in cooking. By this, it became a hobby of mine to do things related to foods. It was a good thing for me that I've learned how to cook, it really helped me in living independently. Mom as worried at first but I showed to her that I'll be fine. I am busy eating while listening to some music when suddenly, the song playing stopped. Afterwards, my phone's ringtone filled the kitchen, informing me that someone's calling. It was already late, I looked up at it to see who is it. [ Mr. Flashy Eyes calling... ] Oh, it was Ja

It was deathly silent for only a few moments before the sound of a sniffling nose filled the space. Adelaide turned slowly to one of the corners of the room and held out her arms as the small child raced into them. She held her tight in her arms, feeling the coldness of her skin before holding her back at arms length. Her curls no longer bounced against her and were instead a limp mess that surrounded her face. She was covered in dirt and her clothes were ripped with countless bruises covering her. Adelaide could only imagine the ordeal she had gone through since she had been taken. Tears ran down her face in relief at the sight of her and Adelaide watched as a spark made its way back into h