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That way, he would be able to help them to solve this problem when the time comes. Charlie nodded slightly before he said, “Then, let’s go in and take a look around the orphanage.” Stephanie was overjoyed. She hurriedly grabbed Charlie’s arm before she dragged him into the orphanage. Charlie could only allow her to drag him around as he held onto his wife, Claire’s hand. Claire could feel her heart beating a little faster, but she allowed Charlie to continue holding her hand as he led her into the orphanage. The Aurous Hill Welfare Institute was built in the last century and had a very long history. The buildings here were all relatively low brick buildings, and each building was already dec

"I was new to the orphanage. I was scared of everything. The other kids were loud, the rooms were cold, and I didn't know anyone. Then this boy came up to me. He had a book in his hand, a beat up copy of some adventure story. He didn't say anything. He just sat down next to me and started reading out loud. Like he knew I needed the sound of a voice." Noah was perfectly still beside me, his wine forgotten. "We were inseparable after that. We did everything together.

I was shelving a stack of battered storybooks, the kind with peeling covers and scribbles in the margins, when little Peter tugged at my sleeve. “Miss Hannah, look!” he shouted, holding up a puzzle piece like a trophy. I smiled, ruffled his hair, and bent to slip another book onto the shelf. The chatter of children and Sister Martha’s humming from the kitchen wrapped around me like a quilt, I enjoyed visiting the orphanage because I grew up here, it was more like home. “Excuse me,” a voice distracted me. I turned and a strange woman stood there, her eyes fixed on me so hard my stomach twisted.

"Maybe Orna used some kind of magic to make you forget." "Maybe. But I remember the story now. I remember Orna telling me that new things start from destruction. She was obsessed with that book. It had a dark brown leather cover that looked like it was a dragon's skin. It was different than the normal books. She always carried it with her and sometimes she read it to me. Only to me," I said as I remembered the nights she read stories to me. I was besotted with Orna. She was my cool aunt. I loved her and I was sure she loved me. Maybe she never did. "I was small. I was around seven or eight. The same age as Lili when she started reading the book to me. It was interesting. She would tell the s

The Little Kids Orphanage and School located in the outskirts of town was well known for taking care of orphans. It was known for its strict rules and regulations and was quite normal to see new orphans coming in every day, Thank you. That was a regular evening and the weather suggested that the unexpected rain would happen. The orphanage only watchman was sitting comfortably near the main gate — having his regular tea. He noticed, for the first time, a group of people were driving towards the Orphanage. He thought they were going to donate something. To his surprise, there was a boy with them; Maybe by the age of 10 or 11 — he was handsome with silky hair and he looked very quiet and sad.

Lira My heart was pounding but I kept my voice steady. "I'm from Blackwood. I grew up in an orphanage there. And yes, I don't have formal records, but that's not unusual for orphans in Blackwood." "How convenient," Zuri said. "It's not convenient, it's common." I reached the bottom of the stairs and forced myself to look directly at her. "Blackwood has dozens of illegal orphanages. Small operations that take in children born to rogues or wolves who died without packs. They don't keep formal records because most of them are just trying to survive, not run legitimate institutions. The children are used for labor, for service, for whatever the operators can profit from. That's the reality of be

He placed it on the desk, the heavy thump of it the only sound in the otherwise silent room. I opened it, the scent of old paper and stale ink filling the air. Inside were the faces and names of the girls standing before me, each one a tragic story of poverty and desperation. They were runaways, orphans, children sold into our hands by families who couldn't, or wouldn't, care for them.

The orphanage was dreary, filled with the echoes of children's laughter and the occasional cry of despair. Xienma, now 17, had grown accustomed to the monotony of her days. She spent most of her time in the library, poring over ancient texts and forgotten lore, trying to piece together the fragments of her past. The orphanage was her sanctuary, but it was also a prison where she felt trapped and alone.

The quarters for the orphans, called ‘Safe Haven’ was the opposite of the Grahams’ beautiful mansion. Although the orphanage was very large and contained around 10,000–12,000 children from different places around the world, it was poorly built with wood in the far end of the estate.

What few conversations he was able to have with the oldest kids gave him some information. The oldest orphans at the time of the coup were eleven to thirteen years old. Five years later he found the decreasing number of orphans was due to the oldest ones turning sixteen to eighteen years old. Alrik had continued to have very public relations with the alphas of other packs and to his misfortune he found that every time he had a pack over the alpha, the beta, or their sons found their mate. He started losing his orphans quickly and needed to replace them. Another five years later and the same issue is occurring again.” “He’s purposely killing off families to create orphans for him to use as sl