Orphan Stories Novels & Stories

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.”

“You…why are you so shameless? Do you have no parents? What will your parents feel if they know you bow your head to a stranger like a servant just for forty-five dollars?” Joey sobbed, “Frankly, I've been an orphan since I was a child. I grew up in an orphanage. After years of hard work, I managed to save a hundred and twenty thousand dollars, but I was cheated by my friend from the orphanage. That b*stard had not only defrauded my savings but he had also lured me to take a five hundred thousand dollar loan from various online money lender platforms. I’m at a dead end now…”

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Mother asked in a sad voice "A story about an orphan girl who fights against this world.." Mom then looked at me with a smile "Will you listen to it?" I nodded my head enthusiastically. The next second mom looked up at the ceiling again, then started telling stories “In an orphanage on a bright night under the light of a full moon, a tiny baby is left after her parents had an accident. The baby who still doesn't understand anything is named Elena which means light.."

[Erick, when you read this, I won't be part of this world anymore. Forgive me for reaching out one last time like this. Ever since you left, I've been haunted by thoughts of what could have been. If only I had valued you more, would we be married now? With a sweet little kid? However, life doesn't deal in 'what ifs'. I wrecked the love you had for me, and I wrecked my life. I tried to start fresh. I opened a flower shop, determined to make it on my own, but it was overwhelming.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

As Cali went out of the office, her phone chimed in her purse. She took it out to find out that Horace was calling her. He was also an orphan and they both lived in the same orphanage. An involuntary smile spread across her lips. And she picked up his call almost immediately. She forgot about all her troubles and pain in her life for a moment. It was always like this when it was him. He was like a loving brother that she never had.

Magkahalong Chinese at Filipino features ang kanyang mukha na medyo may pagkasingkit ang kanyang mga mata dahil Filipino-Chinese ang kanyang ina samantalang purong Pilipino ang amang si Don Fernando. Kung mga success story ang mababasa sa mga magazines tungkol sa kanyang career ay lingid naman sa kaalaman ng mga tao ang mga paghihirap niya nang mamatay ang kanyang ama. Nabaon sila sa utang kaya ang mga kompanya na dating pinamamahalaan ng ama ay nawala sa kanila. Ang tanging natira, ang HAPPY-GO-FAMILY Corp.

"I don't even know who my parents are." "What do you mean? Don't tell me you are-" "I'm an orphan." Elora gave a wry smile that made the food that was halfway down her throat taste bitter. “You were abandoned as a baby?” "Nope." Elora was lost in thought for a moment, recalling the story from her caregiver at the orphanage. The story that Elora received as she kept urging the adults there, to tell the truth. “I was found on the street when I was about five years old. Almost died… and lost memory.” *

Alyssa growned, rolling out of bed. If Alyssa were the type to have friends Mandi might be one of them. But, the truth was that she never really fit in or had interest in making friends. She tried not to get too close to anyone at the orphanage which wasn’t much of a problem, she didn’t spend much time here. All the kids here eventually got adopted. Everyone but Alyssa always found a forever person to call family. Miss Clarke had told her the story many times. That it was an unusually cold night in June when the doorbell rang at The Precious Children Orphanage. Miss Clarke had found her swaddled in nothing but a blanket and a note with her name and birthdate. Since then, Alyssa had g