Orphanage Books Novels & Stories

"This place is more than just an orphanage. It's a haven for these children, a place where they can thrive and feel loved." We walked through the grand entrance, with it's towering marble columns and chandeliers that sparkled with a thousand crystals. The foyer was adorned with beautiful artwork, each piece telling a unique story of hope and resilience. Is this really an orphanage? Melanie guided me through the dormitory, where the children's rooms were like little sanctuaries. Soft, plush beds with fluffy pillows and cozy blankets awaited each child, creating a sense of comfort and security. The rooms were decorated with vibrant colors and inspiring quotes, reminding the children that they

[Nowo’s POV] It all started at that magical place called HIA. It is an agency-slash-orphanage, where all orphans are allowed to work for their own living when they reach the legal age of 18. They were taking care of neglected children by adopting them, providing their needs, and by showing them the real love of a parent they were all longing for. To share and bring fun is what the HIA aims for. I know, right? It is indeed amazing to have met such a great place like this. Also, I’m really thankful to have met the most naughty and a little bit nice best buddy of mine. Omo, I really do miss him a lot.

It is really helping the children to feel as if they are normal kids instead of being branded as orphans by everybody. The orphanage is really quite a grand building. There are over 20 bedrooms total that are all split on separate sides of the house. It is two stories with the bottom story being dedicated to multiple social areas, the kitchen and a very large dining room. The second story is divided in half with half of the rooms on each side so that the boys and girls are still kept separate. In the middle of the rooms, there is the bedroom that Frank has claimed as his own, two more empty rooms in case any other adults want to stay and help out, and a large library.

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

She should have been more grateful for her life and less complaining to her father. "Aiden, I think we came too early." Calistha gently nudged Aiden's arm when the two of them were in front of the orphanage which looked deserted and desolate. In the orphanage yard, Calistha can see some typical children's toys scattered in every corner of the large orphanage yard. Then on the right and left side of the orphanage, lined with very large pine trees and thick leaves, which emit a calming aura on the orphanage. Seeing how well-maintained the orphanage is, Calistha is sure that the orphanage must have many great donors. No wonder her father gave advice to put Luciana into this orphanage after her

Or for his belly fats? Unlike the other orphanages, they had blessed this place because of the kindness of the great noble. They had good clothes, a warm home, and nutritious food. The noble even hired a few retainers to teach the orphans how to count and read. Aside from the forced eviction at 15, everything was wonderful.

She was well liked by all, and no one had an unfavorable impression of her. How could they. A ready smile and considerate word were always close to her lips. Sometimes distracted, her mind was sharp and quick. Somewhat bookish, she spent many hours sitting in the hidden alcoves of the library with its high, crowded rows of books. She enjoyed being immersed in the smell of leather, running a finger down the spine of a book, the dry, rustle of turning vellum. The weight of time and tomb and history. This love of books was another trait she and Master Lisa shared. But now books were the last thing on her mind. She was anxious to see Malcolm.

“Don’t change the topic, Claire. Goddamnit!” I clenched my jaws at him for a while before speaking. “Just like Madam Desideria had explained, she left us after we were done shopping at the mall to go get some books at the library and on her way back, she saw an abandoned baby in a carrier by the roadside. She was moved and couldn’t leave the child all by itself in the cold, the more reason she brought it home” “There are orphanages, Claire. Foundations scattered around that see to the well being of kids like this. Why then does that one have to stay here? In my house?”

My Beta remained silent, waiting for the storm to pass before he said anything else. I couldn’t shoot the messenger, of course. But the reports that Charles just brought back to me were enough to make my blood boil with fury. According to our recent investigations into orphanages around Crescent territory, we discovered something… unsettling, to say the least. Apparently, it was commonplace for orphanages to commission—that’s right, commission—human children to undeserving families. Such as the family that Audrey was adopted into. Since human children were often passed over when it came to adoption, I supposed that orphanages grew desperate. So, back in the nineties, a few orphanages started

But these were just dreams, fleeting and fragile, like the pages of a storybook that could be closed at any moment. One cold, rainy afternoon, Elara was sitting by the window, watching the raindrops race down the glass. The sky was gray, and the wind howled through the gaps in the window frames. It was on days like this that the orphanage felt even more desolate, a place where the children’s spirits seemed to dampen like the weather outside.