Orphanage Novels & Stories

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; Ma

- Come in," he says, in a thick voice that makes the hairs on the back of my neck tingle. He really isn't a boy anymore. (Iuri Stevens' vision) For about three years the orphanage has been abandoned, the last director caused it to fall into disrepair, now, a theme park has bought the place and will demolish it, but the fact that she makes donations doesn't answer the fact that she wants my father to buy it so badly... I wonder if she abandoned any children there. Since she went out with so many men, she might have accidentally gotten pregnant and put the child inside so as not to hinder her in her next conquests. This sucks!

With each child at her side, Belinda stared up at what was supposed to be the Peach Valley Orphanage but wasn't. In place of the warm pink building she was familiar with was a gloomy brick house. Rather than a lush lawn and pretty flowers leading up to the house, the front yard was a boring graveled floor. The sign at the gate had it changed too. Mrs. Sutar's Home For Orphans, a name that definitely couldn't be mistaken for Ellie Compton.

Mike stared at the building that looked like it was about to fall apart. The color was faded, and he couldn’t tell what color it used to be; bushes surrounded it like no one cared to take care of the surroundings. It was wide, and he was sure it would be dangerous for children. The long bushes could easily house dangerous animals like snakes or scorpions, but that didn’t seem to concern whoever was managing it. How could somewhere so unkempt be referred to as an orphanage? Wouldn’t it be better to have the children living somewhere else?

"No, miss. No one. He's been there since he was born." My chest squeezed painfully. I swallowed hard. "Thank you for telling me," I said quietly. I ended the call and stood, my mind racing. I told Jesse everything. "I’ll drive," he said, grabbing the car keys without question. The orphanage was an old, crumbling brick building tucked away in a poorer part of the city. Children played listlessly in the cracked courtyard, most too thin, too wary. My heart ached just looking at them. Then I saw it.

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.

It was a surprisingly productive session that I enjoyed and I just found myself nodding along while taking down notes as ideas were tossed around. After a few minutes, Ethan turned to me. "Evans, can you give us a summary of the orphanage? Location, size, current state of needs." I straightened my back and cleared my throat. "Yes. The orphanage is called Riverstone Haven. It's located about fifteen minutes from campus, near the north exit of town. They house around twenty-five children, mostly between the ages of six and twelve. Their funding's been tight lately, so they're short on food supplies, clothing, and school materials.

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.

Others stare with disgust, like I’m filth. I clench my teeth and force myself to stand. I blink back tears coz I refuse to let them see me cry. Instead of going back to the scullery, where I’ll be scolded and shamed for abandoning my unfinished chores, I walk straight to the orphanage’s quarter. The building is old and quiet. It’s where the unwanted live, the ones with no family to call- mostly Omegas. I climb the stairs to my tiny room and shut the door behind me. Immediately, I notice my piggy bank underneath my thin mattress.

These children shared a common connection between them- they were seen as the products of sin by the world. Born from teenage pregnancies, assault and rape, or adultery, their parents could not—or would not—keep them. These children were hidden away from the world, for they are the darkest of sin. Abandoned on the orphanage's doorstep, they were left to grow up in darkness. Killian stared at the orphanage in front of him. It was the very place where Amara had been abandoned, where she had grown up without any parental support. The orphanage looked old, dull, and broken in many places. His heart cl