Life Of An Orphan Novels & Stories

"To me, this is all like a dream come true." "Tell me, before they found you, how was your life? I heard you lived in an orphanage?" Grace asked enthusiastically. "Yes," I said. "I don't want to bore you with stories about my life. The life of an orphanage child is not interesting at all." Grace's beautiful eyes widened and she slapped my thigh hard enough to surprise me. "Hey, don't underestimate children who are raised in orphanages," said Grace fiercely. "I also lived in an orphanage until I was twelve years old and my life was quite exciting."

I consider pouncing on her, but concede that we should eat first. “Is he still alive?” I ask. “No, he died when I was twelve years old.” “I’m sorry.” “He had a good life.” “You say you wanted to be an English teacher. What happened?” “The orphanage started struggling. There was not enough funds to support us through college.” “Well, that sucks.”

“That’s too far-fetched of a story for even me to believe, Mr. Whitmore. So what if I share the same birthday with your lost child? The world is full of orphans born on October fifteenth. If Margot—Lilah—had truly stolen me from your arms just to raise me as a Vitale, then why the hell would I end up in an orphanage? Why would she throw her 'ultimate revenge' away into the system?” The memory of the orphanage hit me then. I could almost smell the floor wax and the scent of unwashed linens. I remembered the hell that had shaped the rest of my life—the agony I had endured as a child of only five or six, standing in line for a bowl of watery thin gruel. I remembered the hunger that gnawed at my

"I'm an orphan. And my Mom died after childbirth, while my Dad died a few days after. Cecelia as you already know was adopted by a nice family while I remain in the orphanage home without being adopted. The orphanage manager transferred me to another orphanage home to help me become a social person….. and that was when I met Ethan, Josh, Noah, and Jack. They are all orphans, and at the orphanage home….. We all became friends. When we were at the age of eighteen….. we were now known as assassins as adults, so we had the right to leave the orphanage home. We left and started doing some street shows….. where we sing under the subway at night… During the day we would do some part-time jobs as a

Chapter 124: Retribution. Elaine placed a hand on his shoulder. “So in the orphanage, there was this little guy that was being bullied. His parents abandoned him on the cold streets during winter, apparently he ate something bad and also caught a bad cold so he couldn’t speak. His breathing was too loud too, like a broken radio. He wrote in his book that he was tired of living. So I told him, if he climbed the rooftop and looked down, he would fall deep enough to enter the ground and into paradise where he would be able to live a good life.” Elaine threw her head back and laughed.

No one in my shoes would ever want to go back to the life I lived even if they were stronger than I was. Not only had I been expelled forcefully from the life I was so used to living before, it was not the best for me. That life was gradually becoming hell to live in and I just wanted to die but I was still trying to hold on a little more. It was a life where I did not get any love and I could not even love myself or whatever I was doing with my life. It was the time when I discovered that I was an orphan and I had no one who truly cared about me. I was torn apart and wished I was not told at all.

Jake's words were so casual that there was a trace of bitterness in the corner of his mouth. No one knew what he was thinking, but he knew it best. He had been an orphan since he was a child and grew up in an orphanage. Every day, he lived a life of being bullied. Every time someone wanted to adopt him, there would always be an emergency that made him unable to adopt him anymore. Over time, Jake had begun to think that he was a jinx. In this life, he should grow old alone.

Sleeping with both eyes shut was never an option. Not in this hell hole. St. Cadence’s Orphanage was far from being holy. I was abandoned here when I was born, having no recollection on who was the mutt who left me to live a godforsaken life in this place that was supposed to give me shelter. England has its perks; I give you that. Sovereignty gives the orphanage good money for clothes, studies and whatever else we might need until we are eighteen and thrown out on the streets.

The both of them chorus in unison surprising me, I guess they were surprised too cause they looked at themselves “Alright guys I'm going to tell you guys so no need to make that faces” I said to the both of them and their moods lightened up immediately “Well the truth about me is that I grew up in the orphanage, I stayed there till I was 18” “It's the orphan I thought life was supposed to be easier there?” Saint muttered “Scarlet it's the orphanage is life hard there too” “Haha…..” I laughed “I know right?. Life is not supposed to be hard there at least that's what the outside world think but the orphanage I grew up in was worse than hell and when I was few days to turning 18 I couldn't bear

CARLA "...I grew up in an orphanage. I was told my parents died due to a car accident. My mom went through a caesarian section to give birth to me. Then she died afterwards. The hospital couldn't find my immediate family members so they gave me to the orphanage." "I grew up with other kids there. I was able to get a bit educated right there also. I am not the social type and I don't talk much. But something happened during my teenage years. We were moved to another orphanage since we already were grown."