Orphan Breakfast House Novels & Stories

I hurried down to breakfast since Orpheus had to attend to matters of the court and I was too starving to wait for him. I walked into the grand dining room, where a breakfast buffet was all set up, which included bacon and eggs, sausage, biscuits, and so many otherer tasty varieties of food. Taking my seat, I grabbed a plate, filling it with some food, while the maid present poured out a cup of orange into a glass cup before bowing and making her way to the far end of the room. I took a bite of my food and almost sighed in contentment at how well it tasted. Maybe a time alone wasn’t so bad after all, I thought to myself after taking yet another bite of my meal.

"No, miss. No one. He's been there since he was born." My chest squeezed painfully. I swallowed hard. "Thank you for telling me," I said quietly. I ended the call and stood, my mind racing. I told Jesse everything. "I’ll drive," he said, grabbing the car keys without question. The orphanage was an old, crumbling brick building tucked away in a poorer part of the city. Children played listlessly in the cracked courtyard, most too thin, too wary. My heart ached just looking at them. Then I saw it.

I’m not ready, and I don’t even have any plans to expose my children to their dark pasts. ****** Later that night, while I was reviewing a report on a new branch of one of my restaurants in the city, I decided to take a break. I even massaged my neck as I got my cellphone off the table. I went to the webpage ‘Bahay Kalinga Orphanage’, which was the orphanage where I grew up and learned so many things. That is why, even though I’m getting older now, I always come back to where I came from to bring back all the things that they helped me with these past 5 years.

A few months have passed since the planning of our orphanage. I have named it Hilda’s Home, after my mother. I have placed a portrait of her that Harvey painted for me for our first wedding anniversary at the front door, and this is my home as much as it is the children that reside here. Emily splits her time working with me, between being a mother to her two boys and working at the orphanage as a doctor. Beta Tom works as her assistant and bodyguard. Harvey and I do our best to split our duties evenly, but he is here as often as I am.

"I didn't hear that part about the big boss being your human bla-bla-bla. But I did hear about baking the muffins. And I assure you, Gina herself will bake the cakes and perhaps some cookies and bring them to you in the mansion." Ten year old Gina was the first homeless orphan to come forward after announcements were made in different media outlets and fliers were placed all over the two countries when the foundation centers were ready to start accommodating the kids. As such, she has a special spot in Angelina's heart. After Gina's arrival, many others kept trooping as well before Angelina and Maxwell went from one orphanage to another, getting more and more kids. Flanked by Lucy and her st

After a few more days, I was happy that the house was completely renovated and immediately sold out. I recalled that the road I used to take to get to my primary school was near an orphanage home owned by Catholics. It had a lot of orphans and disabled children who were struggling to make their ends meet. For a long time now, it had always been my dream to do something beneficial for them. With good grace, this was their lucky day.

And with that, Queen rose from the seat, her robe brushing the floor as she crossed to the wardrobe, ready to dress the part of the patient savior who would pry open the Escobar’s cruelest secret, one gentle knock at a time. *** Orlanda sat cross-legged on the small bed, her knees tucked beneath the soft blanket as she balanced a simple wooden tray on her lap. The scent of warm butter and syrup still lingered in the air, her breakfast, a stack of fluffy buttermilk pancakes drizzled in golden maple syrup, a side of scrambled eggs, and crisp strips of smoky bacon. A glass of fresh orange juice, cold and bright, sat half-finished by the tray’s edge. It was the kind of breakfast that should have

An hour of wandering around and then I had found myself in front of the Black Mountain Orphanage. As it was Friday evening the orphanage opened the gates for anyone hungry and many people from around the town volunteered, helped out in serving free meals. I decided to do the same instead of going to that house of horrors. When I got here it wasn’t so busy but as the hours passed the rush increased and I all but forgot about going back to the house or about the party Oliver was hosting. It was this girl, Luna, I met, who was also on dish duty with me that pulled my attention to my constantly vibrating phone.

… *** 15 Years Ago*** Burnt rubbles were the only thing left to act as a reminder of the small two-story building that used to house orphans. The fire that consumed the entire building around a week ago completely damaged the old building. What was left of the small and old orphanage was a very small building that happened to survive the fire because it was set to the side and a distance away from the other building. The worn-out sign with faded color read ‘Lucky Clover Home for Children’.

" He rushed out of the office, going to his. In a matter of seconds, he was back with a file in his hands. "Here is all I could get my hands on." I took the file from his hands and slowly went through it. "Lisa Hathaway," I muttered the name under my breath, the name sounding familiar but I couldn't quite remember where I knew the name from. I went through her other details and qualifications till my eyes landed on a particular part. She was an orphan and she grew up in Hopkins City Orphanage home, a name I knew too well. Faye and Tyler started up the orphanage home years back after father died and we took over the pack.