Orphan Novels & Stories

” Ornais finished showing a picture of the twins when they were still alive. “Interesting” Daniel agreed. He looked up at her apartment building again and then proceeded to follow Ornias down the street to the nearest hotel. On the way, Ornias bumped into a businessman in an expensive suit. As he apologized and helped to steady the man back on his feet, he managed to take the man’s wallet. Ornias was a shapeshifter. While he was annoying,however, having him around certainly had its perks.

] Will despaired at the thought, but he was too terrified to move. The armored Orc's yellow narrow eyes calmly ȧssessed the situation in front of him. He looked back at the two Orcs who accompanied him and said something Will didn't understand. The Orc then slowly walked towards the cave entrance completely ignoring Chief. This made Chief furious and he charged the big Orc, however all the Orc did was wave his hamaxe towards where Chief was approaching. The blow bȧrėly grazed Chief, as he was able to dodge it ahead of time. However the Orc just let out an annoyed growl, as if using any more effort on this Goblin was just a waste of time. He still swung again though, and this time the blunt e

Steve said, “Stop thanking me, they are my children” she said, “I know what It means for a children without mom because lost my mom at a tender age, and I never had opportunity to call anyone mom, but aunty at a orphanage home, I grew up at a orphanage home in a Interior village In the north side, so, this kids have someone to call mom” Saraphina said, “If you can fulfill your promise, I will cherish and adore you till death do us apart” Steve said,

, she said "I do have a choice mom", I challenge "you are almost sixteen Lucy, I think the best thing for you now is to have a father figure in your life" she said " I will be sixteen in few months time mom and I know what I want. For sixteen years I had no one to call dad and then suddenly a man from no where appears and you think I am desperate to call someone dad. I have lived sixteen years of my life without a father and I don't think I need a father now", I said while crying

Nothing serious at first, but then I realized I had to keep the conversation going “So… your parents?” Her smile faded just a little. She sat back. “I’m an orphan,” she said simply. “No siblings. No family really. I had friends but… I cut them off when I was with Elan. He isolated me without even trying too hard.” I didn’t interrupt. She kept going, voice soft like she was talking about someone else’s pain. “He showed up at my parent’s funeral. Said he’d help. Said he cared. The rest is history.”

The force pushed Jethro's head to the side. Nancy Sweeney couldn't hold back. She yelled, "Why did you hit him?" She lunged at me, but Jethro held her back. "Calm down." Turning back to me, he pleaded, "Let me explain. This is Nancy. We grew up together in an orphanage. She is like a sister to me. She's getting a divorce because of domestic abuse, and I hope you'll give me time to help her and her son. I understand you're upset, but I can't just ignore her."

My mood plummeted and I took a step back. Lucas looked at me confusedly. "What's wrong?" I took another step back. Why would anyone want me? Why would a filthy, tarnished creature like me be allowed near such beauties? Suddenly, the grass felt cold under my feet. Gasping, I looked down. Right were I was standing was a patch of dead, brown grass. I didn't realize I was crying until a lone tear rolled down my cheek. The brown patch was growing, spiralling outwards from my feet and killing the surrounding grass.

You were there for me when the world felt too cruel‚ αnd now I need one lαst fαvor from you. My dαughter‚ Αnnα‚ she’s αll I hαve left. My husbαnd αnd I were involved in α terrible cαr crαsh‚ he didn’t survive‚ αnd I… I’m not too sure I will survive it too. Dαniel αnd I αre orphαns‚ we don’t hαve αnyone in this world. No pαrents. No siblings. No relαtives. Just you.

“I care how it connects to me.” Orlando lowered his voice. “There is one more thing, Alpha.” I turned my full attention back to him. “Go on.” “The child,” he said. “Gary.” My heart thudded once—hard. “What about him?” “There are no records of his father,” Orlando said. “None. Not even a placeholder name. Only ‘deceased.’ No pack origin. No lineage noted.” That word again. Deceased. Too easy. Too clean. “Who registered the child?” I asked.

From her expression, I could tell it was something pleasant. “I’m a living example. My late husband had no parents, siblings, or any property or inheritance linked to his name. He was an orphan, and after not being adopted by the age of eighteen, he was left to take care of himself. At that age, a child is now considered a liability in orphanage homes because they’re now adults. So he had to fight tooth and nail to survive.” Tears glistened in her eyes as she continued. They were the tears of a woman who had passed through a lot in believing in love. Tears of a woman who wasn’t afraid to love.