Orphan Stories Novels & Stories

I stared at James again, trying to find the resemblance but there was nothing. My mom took my arm in hers and laced our fingers as she proceeded. “It’s not a story I’m proud of, but I’ll tell you. Long ago, before I met your father, I fell pregnant as a teen. I was an orphan with no guardian and his father abandoned me as soon as I became pregnant. I had to work multiple jobs just to survive and when I finally had him, I had no means of settling the hospital bill but then that same day…” she took a pause and drew in a deep breath while I was still struggling to process all of the information she was dumping on me.

I had no strong arms to pick me up when I would fall. I was barely fourteen and I did know nothing about the real reason for my parents' death. Why does God have to be so cruel? My small fairy tale family crushed down just in a few hours and I couldn't do anything but weep. I was lost when I thought to go away from here. I became an orphan. I became a street child just after my parents' death. Iris Yuri Ivanov just became a homeless and parentless child.

And their dream of having the Centre in their command and the thirst of becoming the most powerful is the reason why they fought many years and became the reason for their own loss. I can't forget those days when everyday I used to see the dead corpses, carcasses of young women and innocent children. It is hard to forget that mother who was calling her young son, who lost his life in the war. The sorrow of widows and the cries of little orphan kids. Everything was melting my heart and I couldn't do anything for them. Now it's even hard to narrate this story but, don't worry I will never miss a single thing to mention in my narration because I'm the best narrator you got.

Or eat at its flesh bit by bit. Trolls, ogres, goblins, and other Unseelie, use elves and fae for breeding or as slaves. Not to mention cannibals and dark powered once. Luckily most of them live on the other side of the mountains. We live more in valleys or light woods, still, younglings are fiercely protected. Warded or wearing amulets, like silver bracelets with chiming bells. From our first years, we are told stories about dark ones. The vividity of a kid's mind prevents you from trespassing the forbidden territory even in adulthood. The fairies who did rarely came back, and if they do, they’re never the same.

Nova POV. Born and raised into the messed up system, I never had a mother or a father, but I have a tone of bullies and enemies, we are just one big happy family. But now our happy family came to an end, I'm being kicked out of the orphanage, I was never adopted, people come in, look at me funny and leave, I'm not that bitter about it, I heard stories about people who get adopted, about the horror they see before being sent back to the orphanage.

Another loud noise was heard and I covered my ears as I felt dizzy and slipped into unconsciousness. Later on l woke up to the smell of smoke. The house was on fire. I screamed for help. I called out to my mom and brother but none of them responded. The fire service later came but no one came out with me it was only me . I was sent to hospital and after my discharge I was told nothing remained in the house after me consistently asking . I was sent to an orphanage .. I lived there for a year before being adopted by my current dad. I was just 8. I wanted to be loved and be cared for but I guess my life was not meant for it. That was when I discovered my hidden talent and started writing. My f

After finding out that I'm the illegitimate daughter of the richest man in town, Frank Gibson, I excitedly rush over to meet my biological father. But the moment I arrive at his mansion, I discover that 98 other illegitimate daughters are already lined up to claim him as their father. It turns out Frank's only son has died, and he now needs an heir for his trillion-dollar fortune. So, he gathers all his illegitimate daughters and plans to choose the strongest candidate through a competition. I know I don't stand a chance against the others. Just as I hang my head in disappointment and prepare to leave, a line of text suddenly appears before my eyes. "Don't go, darling! It's your mom. I

Britany Santos entered the password, entered the internal system, and found yesterday's work record. Britany Santos looked at the report at a glance. That's Ellen Saline 's self-statement. "I'm an orphan. You may not believe it, but the truth is, I am indeed an orphan. Before I always don't understand why my parents are so biased towards me, obviously I am also their daughter, how can they ignore my existence so much? All the good things, they should leave to the younger brother. Even if my brother doesn't like it at all, they will never give it to me.

This is the story of Orleana, a town shrouded in mystery and teeming with untold wonders. Orleana was not your average town; it was a haven for those who sought refuge from the prying eyes of the human world. Here, they could live their lives freely, unencumbered by the prejudice and fear that plagued their kind elsewhere. The town's inhabitants were a diverse mix of supernatural beings, each with their own unique abilities and characteristics. Among them, one individual stood out above the rest – Athdal, a young hybrid of vampire and werewolf blood.

I can see everyone with our current position as we are forming a circle, They looked at me with questions in their eyes, I sighted and close my eyes. I continued on with what I'm gonna say. 'There was this little girl who once had a wonderful family. A loving mother and a very kind father. But there was a tragedy and she lost them. She was passed relative to relatives and when they got tired of her, They left her in an orphanage.' I said I looked at everyone and there was just silence, no one dared to talk so I continued my story.