Orphan Breakfast House Novels & Stories

She heaved a sigh before unlocking the door with her own set of keys, stepping inside while hoping that her eyes wouldn't be corrupted tonight. As she turned the corner to get a glass of water from the kitchen, she stopped at the sight of her friend alone in the kitchen, reading a book while sipping a glass of milk with a plate of shrimp fritters by her side. Unconsciously, Oriana's stomach grumbled lowly at the sight of the delicacy. All due to her fleeing in a hurry to escape the claws of her bullies, Oriana had left Laramie with a stomach filled with half a cup of coffee, no more, no less and now that she was finally home after such a long trip, she could feel the consequences of her acti

She sighed grabbing my backpack and filing it up with my lunch "Have fun at school Pequeño and don't mind what the other kids say okay.?" "Yes mama.." she kissed my forehead and waved me goodbye. Oak Tree Junior School were the most popular and rich kids came to school. You may be wondering how I got to go to such a school. Well one of the most popular and richest family here in Baja owns the orphanage. It's the Black and Leigh orphanage. They are really lovely people and made sure every kid had everything she needed.

Andrews. "Doesn't Boston promise money?" asked Fox. “The money comes once, but it's still not enough to pay for everything. What's more, suddenly my feet can't be used anymore. My knee was too bad, the doctor said I had to use a wheelchair. No one wants to replace me to become the caretaker of the orphanage. I had to shut it down, Fox. I sold it to investors, then bought this tiny house. You know, that orphanage I bought with my own money when I was young. But now, has it been rebuilt? You’ve been there, Fox?" she asked.

Lewis to a nice welcome dinner then? Stephanie replied: [Max, we do not need to be so extravagant. Mrs. Lewis has always lived such a thrifty life. She will definitely feel a little distressed if we brought her to eat at such an extravagant place. Why don’t we just eat at the small restaurant that has been serving home-cooked food for many years in front of the entrance of the orphanage?] Charlie could not help but sigh at this time. He was filled with emotions as he thought about the small home-cooked restaurant that had already been operating for more than ten years.

Her chest tightened, each breath feeling heavier than the last. She could barely breathe. Growing up in an orphanage was a story of both survival and silent suffering. She had been left as an infant—barely seven months old—at the front gate of the SOS Orphanage on the outskirts of the city. No note. No name. No trace of identity. The sisters at the orphanage told her the story so many times she knew it word for word, like a memory inherited. Sister Martha had named her Annie McBrown because they didn’t know what else to call her.

She then decided to go back to work and assist the customers who are now entering the convenience store. Few days have passed since the incident. Clarisse is doing her job at the convenience store without encountering any problems. And just like what she usually do, she is now busy collecting all the food that are going to be expired three days from now. She plans to collect them all, as she is planning to being it to Sunshine Homes. It's an orphanage where she grew up. She's going to give all the food to the children there... She suddenly stops moving when he heard a serious, baritone voice behind her.

“ Mmm. “ I nodded. While munching on my muffins. After breakfast, I took him for a walk around the neighborhood. Firstly, we went to the orphanage. St. Patrick’s Orphanage has been a place of solace for me each time I feel down I'd come there and play with the children, watching how happy they are leading their lives without worries even when they don’t know their identity keeps me astonished. I always go there to celebrate my birthdays with the children on each of my birthdays and everyone there including the reverend sisters and Priests are like family to me. “ Hailey Barnes!” I heard father Matthew call out to me as he came out off the chapel.

“Prince not so charming wants those breakfast croissants you made a few days ago with the sausage, egg and cheese baked into them. Do you mind starting on those and I’ll start cutting the fruit and putting out the cereal and milk for everyone who doesn’t want the hot breakfast.” “You got it!” I told her and started gathering supplies. It could be pretty miserable here sometimes but at least I had Emma. Her story is even worse than mine, so we kind of bonded over mutual orphanhood. I really see her as my sister at this point. She makes the every day shit we have to do bearable, even if her mouth got us both thrown out of the pack house and into that little shed out back. We fixed it up with o

[Nowo’s POV] It all started at that magical place called HIA. It is an agency-slash-orphanage, where all orphans are allowed to work for their own living when they reach the legal age of 18. They were taking care of neglected children by adopting them, providing their needs, and by showing them the real love of a parent they were all longing for. To share and bring fun is what the HIA aims for. I know, right? It is indeed amazing to have met such a great place like this. Also, I’m really thankful to have met the most naughty and a little bit nice best buddy of mine. Omo, I really do miss him a lot.

Around three in the morning, she brings me a plate of eggs and hash browns I didn't order. "On the house," she says. "I can't—" "Just eat it. You look like you need it more than we need the money." I eat. It's the first real meal I've had in days and I almost cry because it's so good. When I'm done, the waitress sits down across from me. "You running from someone?" "Something like that." "Boyfriend?" "Worse." She nods like she understands. "There's a church three blocks east. They do breakfast for homeless folks at six. Hot meal. No questions asked. You should go."