Orphan Novels & Stories

The vibrant depths of her blue eyes, usually alive with playful spirit, clouded momentarily, revealing a world of loneliness veiled beneath her strength. “I’m an orphan,” Luna revealed, her voice low and tremulous, laden with the uncomfortable reality of her existence. “I've been surviving on my own for as long as I can remember.” The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, an invisible burden that Aria could feel pressing against her heart, compelling her to empathize with the wolf’s solitude.

Worried. It was a depressing remainder of my father's death but I sing it a lot. I stopped when I saw movements in a dark alley. It dawned on me that I was in a deserted street now and had been too absorbed in my song to realize earlier. As I moved closer, I began hearing voices. “I’m going to teach your father some manners. Don’t worry you’ll only be a scapegoat,” a male husky voice said. “Yeah, it will stain his reputation. He’ll be ridiculed,” another said.

“Your little mistress just called to tell me you finna be a daddy. What i wanna know is how the hoe even got my number? Well congratulations ! you homeless now. Now get the fuck out my house!” I turned and went upstairs. I had held back my tears long enough. I started packing his shit while they flowed down my face. I had gave this man fifteen years of my life and all he did was hurt me. My name was Shunshine Johnson. I was married to Damien Johnson. We was high school sweethearts. I was madly in love with him. Nobody could have told me that we would end up here. When we first met i meant the world to him. Or as he say i was his Shunshine on a rainy day. Things changed once we got older. He

It remained a tight, oily cord wrapped around my wrist, pulling my hand toward the horizon. My palm throbbed. The red scar where the Widow’s tether had connected was a raised, puckered map of heat. It was the only part of me that wasn't freezing. "I’m coming for you," I whispered, the words freezing into a puff of mist. The stone on my chest hummed. It wasn't the rhythmic heartbeat of my mother’s gift. It was a low, discordant drone that made my teeth ache. Adaeze had called it The Orphan. A power that didn't belong to the Moon or the Sun. A power that lived in the gaps between bonds.

He ripped his hand off as he yelled straight at Hades himself. "No you're wrong, how many times have I've told you are parents don't defy who we ar—" "I don't know where you get that stupid phrase from because you know Damn well WE DON'T HAVE PARENTS. We're Orphans. " "We may be Orphans, but we are blessed to have parent figures— Enya, Remington, Mr and Mrs Underwind, even Artemis. If you can't see that,then I don't know what to tell you. " I walked away tears already form in my orbs and shriveled down to my cheek.

"Mum, what does an orphan mean?" "Someone that does not have a father," Aiden piped. "That's not correct, Aiden," I said. "An orphan is someone without any parents. Not a father or mother." "That is sad," Addison said softly. "Can you be her mother, mum?" I chuckled and rubbed her head. "As the Luna, I am every kid's mum," I said. "But she has another mother now. Hilda and Beta Draco are her new parents." "Really?" Aiden pulled away and looked at me.

I’m happy he does, it’s just I don’t is all. “I know that look miss Savannah. One of my granddaughters is an Orphan. When she first came home and I made her some cocoa, I used to see that look quite often”. Wait… if she was an orphan… he sees the wheels turning. “Yes, my dear… not all families are linked by blood you know”.

Eve uttered as she made my face clear out of my bangs, that just made me realized that I am the dumbest being on the planet at this moment when it is finally unlocked. "I owe you a reward." I mouthed her and she just smiles widely and winked at me that just made me smile like a moron. "You finally have unlocked it? Let's call Matt already." Francis asked as he went near us and I tried to open AZ's contacts. Then, I found Mattel's number and punched it in. We waited for it to ring but it just says that the number is not available. "We are doomed," Francis muttered and I tried to call it again. But still, nothing.

she brazenly squealed while giggling. Quite taken aback, I looked at the caller, and my phone’s screen was showing ‘LD Orphanage: Sister Beatrice.’ It was an orphanage that I founded years ago after graduating from college. Little Delights Orphanage was an institution devoted to taking care of orphans and children that could not be taken care of by their biological families. But unlike other orphanages, there was no room for adoption in LD.

Now, she too, was saying this. No one likes to be called old anyway. Whether man or a woman. Startling everyone she talked to, Mia Anderson smiled today and sang praises for her little girl. Hearing such words from a woman like Madam Anderson herself, people wondered if they could have a chance in making the little Anderson princess their part of the family as it would only bring benefits to them, both in family clan and as well as in the business. Who cares if she is an orphan? She has the whole Anderson family supporting her. Most of the women thought in their minds, forming plans to approach Zaria Smith with a clever strategy.