Orphanage Stories Novels & Stories

CARLA "...I grew up in an orphanage. I was told my parents died due to a car accident. My mom went through a caesarian section to give birth to me. Then she died afterwards. The hospital couldn't find my immediate family members so they gave me to the orphanage." "I grew up with other kids there. I was able to get a bit educated right there also. I am not the social type and I don't talk much. But something happened during my teenage years. We were moved to another orphanage since we already were grown."

"Since three years ago, the orphanage no longer receives donations because the orphanage is located in a remote place and far from the city center. No one wants to come all the way here, and there are better orphanages closer to the city center." "Since then, Mrs. Zoe got worse and yelled at us a lot. Then Mr. Smith came in to make a generous donation to adopt one of the girls every few months." Mia took a deep breath before continuing her explanation. "I never again saw my friends who were adopted by Mr. Smith. Even though we live in the same area as Mr. Smith." “I heard from others that Mr. Smith had a bad reputation. He is a pedophile and has been married several times. There are rumors g

Surprisingly, going to the school for one last time to say my goodbyes was a little easier but bitter; I didn't say Juana, and no one knew what had happened to her or her family; it appeared they had never informed anyone else, so I decided to keep quiet about what I knew; I just hope things improve for them; if I could do anything, I would, but I can't. Apart from that, seeing the children at this orphanage was a severe mood killer; I'm sad, I have terrible anxiety, and I have PTSD, but being surrounded by these orphans simply adds to my suffering, which I'd rather be shot for. Most of the kids in the building I live in are literally unwanted but important, like the two boys eying me like a

It has made me look beyond the things that I always thought were important but never really mattered. They say time heals all wounds and that turned out to be true. When I got here, I didn't have anyone to rely on. I had no friends, family or even money to fend for myself, but I kept on telling myself that I made the right decision. I was still grieving and my life was a complete mess, but the people were nice. They made me feel at home. I told my story to Lauren, the owner of this orphanage. She was the one who took me in and helped me to forget my problems. She gave me a purpose— a reason to live.

"I don't know what Fely and her mother were doing, suddenly one day our driver took me to an orphanage and left me there. He just said he got an order from my father to take me to that place so I could learn more about discipline and when he felt I had learned enough, he would pick me up again." "Oh God, has your father lost his mind?" Jayden growled. "How can a father did that cruel thing to his own daughter?" "I don't know," Lea said with a shrug. "The orphanage was small and there was always a shortage. I was the youngest child and I was always bullied because of the food. They were always fighting over the food and the older kids took the food from the younger kids because they didn't ha

and this is how she started telling him her story. *** Past… Cara was just a five years old kid when her parents died in an accident. She doesn’t remember anything about their death. She just used to have nightmares where she is in a dark room and all she could hear in that darkness is screams. Screams of her parents. After her parents’ death she was sent to an orphanage which was nothing more than a hell for children. The orphanage used to mistreat children, deprive them of food or other basic needs. They would threaten kids to score higher in schools with ruthless punishments.

but after a few seconds of hesitation, he spoke and when he did, I listened with heaviness in my heart. Orien was a street urchin and an orphan. He had never met his parents and had grown on the streets of Adarlan, a beggar and a thief too. No one offered to help him. Abandoning children in Enchantia was a high crime and the only ones who could be bold enough to do that were women who had children outside marriages. Abandoning the children was better than getting caught and roasted alive by the keepers.

Teachers also play a crucial role in their development, but the other students in school can still cause a hindrance. Never has the thought of adopting a baby ever been a problem to me because I am an orphan and was raised in an orphanage. As kids, all of us in the orphanage would also hope to get a family some day, but that good luck came only to a few of them. Maybe because they looked cuter than the rest, or maybe because they were the smartest of the lot.

"Nice bed." "Everything here is nice." Then she smiled and sat beside him, her hand on his lap, "unlike back home." Jacob scoffed, "the orphanage was barely home. After you left, the rest of us did, in a way." Joanna nodded. Back home, in Nigeria, the orphanage had been both bliss and torture for them. Jericho state orphanage had a rule, if the child had no name or known identity he or she was given any name that began with the letter J and that was it. Her first year at the orphan, she couldn't remember as she was dropped as a new born with no letter, necklace or item. She was the naked, screaming baby in a brown box. The sisters at the institution told them their origin story as they calle

Clarissa must had been busy helping the other nannies, because that year many babies sent to the orphanage. There were several cases that I knew, such as babies whose parents abandoned them or babies whose parents had died. My heart was cut to hear their cried, and it was hurt me because they had the same fate as me who didn't know who my real parents were. "What are you doing Janielle? Shouldn't you be resting?" Alia's voice startled me. The girl slowly tugged at the hem of my shirt. "Hi there." I gave her a high five as I squatted, "I've got enough rest. You don't need to worry."