Orphanage Books Novels & Stories

My eyes followed his tall frame as he left. “He sure is something,” Rhaeya commented and I laughed. Because yes, he honestly was. “We should get going now,” she reminded and we strode towards the door. My eyes raked the front of the Orphanage. It hadn't changed one bit. Still old, rundown and shabby looking. Even a stable looked better maintained. My memories traced back to when I was still here. They were the worst eighteen years of my life. Some Omegas who found themselves here were abandoned when their parents couldn't provide anymore or never actually could. Mine was amongst the rare few.

It disgusted me how they could k**I off children, which is exactly why the law was brought in to stop the pointless deaths of innocents “Just be alert,” I tell him as we pull up out the front of a run-down orphanage; I thought it odd that only two rogue girls were listed in the orphanage. The numbers should be higher, which alerted me to the change in titles in the first place. The previous Alpha did everything by the book, but I had heard rumors the new Alpha was terrible in most aspects of running a Pack. The pack had taken a slow decline, putting their pack into debts the kingdom had been digging them out of to stop the human communities from looking too deeply into the town that resided

Community Home for the homeless might be bad but there's nothing worse than this. I closed the book, letting out a sigh as I placed my hand on my forehead. Community home for the homeless was the name of the orphanage? I needed to go back there and trace the original background of Jasmine Winter.

Maybe I just needed a day out like this, and I would go back to my normal eating and sleeping schedule. “Is this where you grew up?” Ella asked as we walked toward the front door together. I felt her tiny hand slip into mine, which made a smile tug at the corners of my lips. “Yes,” I replied. I looked up at the orphanage, taking in its appearance. It was a large Victorian house that was once beautiful, but had fallen into a slowly worsening state of disarray some years ago when the government cut funding for human-centric social programs. Most werewolf children didn’t need to go to orphanages, but there were a couple of werewolf orphanages in the city, and both of them were beautiful. While

I saw myself growing up in an orphanage home run by the Reverend Sisters of Immaculate Heart of Mary popularly called, IHM briefly. They were a religious group of nice people who thought it wise to fangle a foundation under the church. Their successful mission was to provide a home for many of the homeless kids that plagued the ghetto streets of Ajelli. They fed us, clothed us, and most times people who were living comfortably and those who had things to spare visited us with few measures of rice, loaves of bread, worn out clothes and even faded shoes that they no longer use. We always expected them and they never disappointed, each time they visited, it was Christmas for us. We felt loved.

Sister Melissa greeted us warmly. Both Lucas and I agreed, and as our son happily played with the other children, our driver kept a watchful eye on them. We walked through the orphanage, passing numerous rooms with simple wooden doors, until we reached Sister Melissa's office. It was a serene space, painted in pristine white. “Please, have a seat while I fetch them,” Sister Melissa offered kindly, leaving us to wait with anticipation. Moments later, she returned with a collection of stories and a beautifully bound book.

The orphanage was simple. There were no expensive furnishings or elaborate decorations. But everything was spotless. Beds had been made neatly. Books were arranged carefully on wooden shelves. The dining hall smelled faintly of fresh bread. It felt... Loved. Not because it possessed much. But because those caring for the children made the most of what they had. As we walked, more children slowly gathered around us. Some asked questions. Others simply watched. One little boy frowned thoughtfully. "Do all Lunas wear pretty dresses?"

She said sternly. Sebastien and Noah never mentioned that we would be working under anyone, but we let it go. "Please follow me while we show you the place and where you will be residing," Mary said, and I looked at Winter, who shrugged. We followed quietly, and the orphanage was beautiful. It was, indeed, a haven for children. There was a playroom, a computer room, a library, a room dedicated to arts and crafts, a sewing room, and a lovely kitchen with a massive dining hall for the children.

He turned around and tilted his head. "Thank You." Her smile was small but filled with gratitude. "You're welcome and you can call me Azraiel." He watched her nod her head and left the medical wing with the brightest smile on his face. Alone in the room, Charlotte moved on the bed a little to lift the books he had left. She put them on the unoccupied space on the bed and lifted the first one to read the title. A small smile crept on her face as she read the title. "Basics of the Werewolf World" was a fifty-page introduction book for children at the Orchid Primary School at the Blue Orchid Pack. She leaned back and started reading about the new world she was going to be in for the rest of her

“In an hour’s time.” “C– can I come and help too?” I asked, swallowing a little. “Sure, man!” “I’m in too,” Alex smiled. “Great. We always need a helping hand. Some kind store owners, nice people and donators bring some snacks, water, toys and little necessities for the kids. Some schools too donate their old but usable textbooks to the orphanage, for the children.” “That’s great.” “Yeah. If y’all want, we can go now,” he proposed and we agreed.