Romans & histoires Orphan Stories

She buried her head into her hands and sobbed. “Mummy can you give auntie a hug?” Sean asked his mother. “She is very sad.” Natasha turned to look at Luyando’s desperate state. “Sean, why don’t you and I go out and take a look at the beautiful orchard behind the house?” Tulani took his son’s hand and led him out of the room. “What is an orchard dad?” Sean asked. “It is a garden of fruits son.” “Woooow. Are there apples there?” the four year old asked excitedly.

Right alongside the other word that had haunted me my entire life: Orphan. Perhaps this was why my parents had abandoned me in the first place. Perhaps I’d been defective since birth: not a wolf, not a daughter. Maybe, without the wolf abilities, they hadn’t seen anything in me worth loving, and had decided to simply dump me at the orphanage. What would that mean? That I didn’t belong with the humans and now, here, I didn’t belong either? What did that leave me with? Nothing. It left me with nothing.

“I don’t want to use any overly flamboyant phrases. If you choose me, our lives will not be grand, but merely ordinary. This is why I’ll tell you my story as my declaration to you. “My life, to this point, has been very depressing. My father cheated on my mother when I was in high school, abandoned my mother and I, and left with another woman. My mother couldn’t handle it and chose to commit suicide, so I ended up becoming an orphan. I finished college thanks to my relatives’ sponsorship, and I fell in love with a girl in the same class as me. She was a delicate girl from the city. We loved each other, and we ended up getting married. Our marriage started off excellently. I was happy. Howeve

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

You know those stories about unwanted rejects, whose loved ones either died or all abandoned them to drift aimlessly through the world? A worthless no one, almost invisible to other people. Nothing spectacular about them, no grand rise from nothing to something as they dawn into adulthood. Yeah well, that’s kind of my story.

Mom whispers, and I cry even more. Being Harvested was the best thing that ever happened to me. THE END. CHECK OUT FIADH'S STORY- ABANDONED Book 3, Protected, is now in the making

Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

I ask with excitement in my voice but he has this dark look on his face and I get the feeling that this isn't a good story. “Well you should know that I'm not from this pack. I was an Orphan, my parents died in a pack fire, I am originally from Blue Moon pack down in Chicago. My parents died when I was just a year old, I didn't have any relatives at least none that wanted to take me in and so I was dumped in the pack orphanage house. They fed us, they clothed us, but that was it, there was no one there to actually raise us and teach us and that unfortunately led me down a very dark path. When I turned thirteen, I ran away from the pack, basically becoming a rogue, I was an Orphan rogue and y

she said and new fresh tears started streaming down on her face. “Are you sure?” he asked once again and she again smiled at the concern in his eyes. She leaned forward and pecked his lips lightly. His heartbeat increased at her action. “Yes I am, just hold me close to you. Don’t let me go and I will be okay” she whispered and his hold around her tightened instantly as he nodded. Cara took in a deep breath and started, “You know that I am an orphan right?” He nodded his head. “I wasn’t since birth…” and this is how she started telling him her story.

My other half. The orphanage used to tell us the story of how we were found. We were two squalling newborns covered in dirt and blood, stuffed inside a container floating in the gutter. Poked with holes, like some halfhearted coffin. Whoever left us there hadn’t wanted us dead. Just gone and forgotten. Maybe that was mercy. Maybe it was cruelty. I stopped caring what it was a long time ago. I don’t even want to bother finding out who our parents are. “Francesca,” Federica’s soft voice sliced through my thought. “I’m hungry. Let’s… let’s do Madam Big Foot’s chores.”