Orphanage Stories Novels & Stories

Although it's nothing like the orphanage in the Rexellen pack, I have to appreciate the homely feel of everything. “How many children do you have in here?” I ask her, curious. “Believe it or not, this orphanage has never hosted more than ten children at once,” Joan replies as she leads us down a corridor. “Almost all the time when both the parents die, there's a blood-related guardian to take them in. The children we normally get are from rogues who'd gotten pregnant and left their babies at the pack borders, or from families who'd been entirely destroyed by hunters.”

The warm, softly lit room seemed to encourage confessions, and John began to share his tumultuous upbringing. He recounted being discovered as an abandoned baby by two hikers when he was just a few months old. They handed him over to the local authorities, and he ended up in a local orphanage when no one came looking for him. The subsequent years were marked by a nomadic journey between orphanages and foster homes. Loneliness and relentless bullying became his constant companions. His vibrant emerald-green eyes, remarkable grace, and uncanny agility made him an outcast. The fact that he never seemed to fall ill only heightened his sense of not belonging.

Asserting himself finishing my sentence for me, he didn't think that I captured that flash of sadness, I did, before it disappeared behind a grin, "I know. It could be worst. I mean most of us were orphanages, we'd be living on scraps on the street. They adopted us and made us one of their own." Ever since everything happened, the whole economy worldwide turned upside down one of the many consequences was that money wasn't going into orphanages they were starving, orphans, unfortunately, started dropping like flies, murders of innocent children just to get more food around, worldwide governments shut all of them down, some were lucky getting taking in by families that were willing to help b

My other half. The orphanage used to tell us the story of how we were found. We were two squalling newborns covered in dirt and blood, stuffed inside a container floating in the gutter. Poked with holes, like some halfhearted coffin. Whoever left us there hadn’t wanted us dead. Just gone and forgotten. Maybe that was mercy. Maybe it was cruelty. I stopped caring what it was a long time ago. I don’t even want to bother finding out who our parents are. “Francesca,” Federica’s soft voice sliced through my thought. “I’m hungry. Let’s… let’s do Madam Big Foot’s chores.”

Her eyes flutter before closing as she tried to get some rest hoping that would somewhat lessen down the ache in her head. * Camila invited all the children from the orphanage. They were eighty in numbers. All the children were abandoned for some reason like illegitimate, or being a female child, etc. by their family members. She decides to shelter those homeless kids where they were provided all the necessary facilities to promote their healthy growth.

I had no strong arms to pick me up when I would fall. I was barely fourteen and I did know nothing about the real reason for my parents' death. Why does God have to be so cruel? My small fairy tale family crushed down just in a few hours and I couldn't do anything but weep. I was lost when I thought to go away from here. I became an orphan. I became a street child just after my parents' death. Iris Yuri Ivanov just became a homeless and parentless child.

"I'll accompany you." The girls took the kids to the orphanage. They gave them warm clothes and took care of them. Soon the kids befriended the kids of the orphanage. They learnt that those kids were twins but orphans. Their parents left them after they got divorced and neither of their families took the responsibility to look after the kids. The girl being the older sibling, she used to take care of her brother even though they had to live on the streets. The kids seemed so cute and innocent that Garaine couldn't help but give them shelter and a warm family.

I can see everyone with our current position as we are forming a circle, They looked at me with questions in their eyes, I sighted and close my eyes. I continued on with what I'm gonna say. 'There was this little girl who once had a wonderful family. A loving mother and a very kind father. But there was a tragedy and she lost them. She was passed relative to relatives and when they got tired of her, They left her in an orphanage.' I said I looked at everyone and there was just silence, no one dared to talk so I continued my story.

To see me To know me So I told him. "The orphanage was cold. Not just the building. The people. The way they looked at us. Like we were disposable. Like we were a burden they were paid to tolerate.” I wiped the tears that threatened to fall. Once, I recall asking if I had a mom. The woman said, 'She died giving birth to you. That your gift to her as child '" Dante's hand tightened around his mug. I kept going. I had to. "There were older girls who used to steal my shoes. Hide my food. They told me I was cursed. That no one would want a girl with dead eyes and no name. One time, they locked me in the basement for hours. I screamed until my throat bled. No one came."

Over the next few minutes, our iced teas sat untouched while Edwin explained to me what he had learned—what happened to human children in so many orphanages across Crescent territory. What had happened to me. It could have been worse, of course. Far worse. Human children were essentially being sold off as slaves. I was one of the lucky ones, growing up with adoptive parents who just wanted to use my presence in their home to get welfare checks. But it didn’t make it any less jarring. By the time Edwin was finished explaining, I leaned back in my chair, my eyes wide as saucers. Our sandwiches must have come at some point, but I hadn’t even noticed the waiter coming by. Suddenly, I had no appe