Orphanage Stories Novels & Stories

Staring at the vicinity of the Safe Haven Orphanage—primarily painted with red and blue walls, gives overwhelming rejoice. It is a school and a place to stay for orphans. I closed my eyes and averted my gaze. I grew accustomed to the people and environment after living here for 17 years but hearing the conversations inside the Headmistress’s office shattered my heart; I sighed and leaned on the wall. Another turned down to adopt me, but it hurt me even more because I could hear Headmistress Rosie pleading with the wealthy married couple inside.

A few days after the disappearance of Sophie Novak, eye witnesses say that Holloway did in fact, return to the Maddox's home to pay his respects for their missing baby. 'Bits and pieces of Mia's life at the orphanage are depicted in a book she wrote last year named, Superfluous. Her book became a New York Time's best sellers, and she became instantly famous. The ending of her book went as follows, 'The most terrifying experience of an orphan occurs at the end of the day when you look at the orphanage's building structure, and realize that you're still there. You're still on your own. You're left to face the world by yourself, with no family to call yours, and no home to go back to. You're ju

After I ran away from the orphanage two years ago when I turned eighteen, I didn't know anything about the outside world, all my life I only lived and stayed in the orphanage with the matrons, I only knew the people inside the walls of the orphanage I didn't know what life outside is like. We were only told that we were pups abandoned and rejected by our parents and so the matrons raised us, I was among those that were treated badly in the orphanage, I was always starved and made to do so many chores on an empty stomach, and when I refused to sleep with men the matrons brings in, she makes me starve all the time, hit me as she likes and made the other children insult me, she always use to sa

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.

I did what it took to survive. The caretaker of the orphanage never returned home, if he had one. He was always there, watching over the children and forbidding us to touch terror. I have heard many stories about him; that he was a vampire, that he had no family, that he had children in the orphanage, that his family was dead. I never knew the truth.

she brazenly squealed while giggling. Quite taken aback, I looked at the caller, and my phone’s screen was showing ‘LD Orphanage: Sister Beatrice.’ It was an orphanage that I founded years ago after graduating from college. Little Delights Orphanage was an institution devoted to taking care of orphans and children that could not be taken care of by their biological families. But unlike other orphanages, there was no room for adoption in LD.

I think I would have to have to start the story a little bit backwards. A long time ago, more like 50 years before now. I and my brother were at an orphanage home for orphans. We never got to meet our real biological parents because we were raised and catered for in an orphanage home. Then we were living happily and playfully together. The orphanage was founded and funded by some religious authority I can remember that his name was Ben Ajayimore, said Charles. He was on his way to revealing a past he had put all behind him for decades.

Marve’s wife said. “Safe Haven Orphanage?” I asked. “Yes!…..Safe Haven Orphanage, that was the name” Marve’s wife said. “Wow….. Julian and I had to look into this same orphanage” I said. “That’s where he grew up…but everything went downhill when his fellow orphans started missing and one was even found dead after missing” Marve’s wife said. “What??….. it is similar to the missing kids story at the orphanage, so Marve witnesses these things firsthand” I said.

Until it all disappeared. One morning, the whispers started. The funding for their orphanage was pulled. The private donors withdrew without warning. Within weeks, the place he called home was shuttered. Children were split up, sent off to unfamiliar homes, cold institutions with less oversight and even less compassion. Elias found himself in a hellhole disguised as a sanctuary. The beatings started early. First from the older boys, then the staff who turned a blind eye—or worse. No books. No computers. No more teachers praising his mind. Just survival.

This had been a terrible idea. “Do you mind holding Charlotte?” Gaia asked, already running to organize the kids for storytime. Mechanically, I nodded and took the one-year-old in my arms. She sucked her fingers and looked at me inquisitively. Gaia sang out for storytime, and the kids instantly obeyed. I sat down, feeling the weight of Charlotte in my arms as Gaia told the story. The orphanage was beautiful, filled with new toys, books, and plenty of spaces for the kids. Alpha Ansel was very generous in donating funds when Gaia told him about her passion for helping orphans.