Orphanage Stories Novels & Stories

Hester kneeled and hugged each one individually. Her face lit up as she greeted the children. Andro, Jema, Canis, Tero, Laman, Stor and Gusha. Four boys and three girls. They had been sent to Mama Gracine’s orphanage from various places in the kingdom after they had been abandoned, or their parents killed. The children shared their latest toys which were little more than sticks or smooth pebbles and after their excitement waned and they left to play, Mama Gracine spoke.

Mugdha smiled sadly and started telling her past " From the very childhood I knew my home was an orphanage. I thought I was an orphan because my parents died or somehow I got missing. But when I came at an age where I became sensible ,Aunty (the woman who took her inside the orphanage on the first day) gave me a letter. I thought it was by my mother and was kind of excited to read it. But when I opened it ,my opinion and imaginations . You know what was written. My truth..truth of being an unwanted trash. My mother dumped me in a dumpster after my birth as I was born before marriage and her and her family's reputation was at stake because of me. Masi maa (mother's best friend) couldn't see

Sadly, that didn't happen. He resisted the urge to call or text. He didn't want to forcefully drag their current relationship out of what it was. He reminded himself of that. Noah’s own story wasn’t one he shared lightly. He grew up in an orphanage, after his parents died in a car accident when he was just a little boy. There was no relatives who stepped forward, and no family to take him in. It was just an empty house and the cold echo of loss.

Just to find the person who murdered a man, he is going to so much lengths, into the stories of others that is probably all just connected and weaved together like an African mat. “At this exact year, a week before the baby was brought to the orphanage, we were tight on funds. When I say tight, we were in the blood red, considering we had so had so many mouths to feed. I was the Director so most of the responsibility fell on me to take care of the children and suddenly, a new baby arrived. I did not want to accept her for the life of me because babies even required more care than the already grown up and understanding children. Babies will only cry till they are properly attended to.” Grey n

“Hey. Pretending to be deaf, are you?” Mud covered Sylvia—it stuck to her hair and her clothes. Breathing hurt. Every movement hurt. But she still met Uno’s gaze and casually grinned. “Fuck off, orphan bastards.” Her biggest bully froze for a moment. Orphans were a dime a dozen in the slums. Everyone had their own story. But the triplets’ story was well-known in these parts. They were born by a foreign woman believed to be a slave and abandoned the moment they came into the world.

“The rest of the children are already in school.” Elizabeth’s gaze swept over the room, filled with tiny hands and innocent faces. “Each child here has a different story,” the woman said quietly. “Some are true orphans. Some were left behind when their mothers died and their fathers remarried. Some were abandoned like little Aliya here. And others were brought because their parents are too poor to raise them.” Most of the children were thin—clear signs of malnutrition visible on their faces.

“No, no, it is a story best be told. Wounds must be opened to the air and sun and salt lest they fester in hidden, dark places like the wound of my people’s hate and rage that broke upon me like an infected, scabrous sore leaking its foul and corrupting taint. Because of that corruption, I lost my wife and nearly my own life. “Ban was placed upon me and after many years of running far and long from that pain, I ended up here, the farthest reaches of my world and found someone else who gave me reason to love again.” Even after many years passing, the memories and their aftermath were still fresh, but he told him a bit of the tale, and his words were steady, soothing, told in a manner as if it

** Rye's POV "Do you also want to get rich?" That question has been running through my mind for a long time. The voice of a woman whom I have loved first. I admired her for her extreme resilience and not letting anyone drag her down. She is Francine, a girl who has been in the orphanage for a long time. I was new when I entered the orphanage, because I was just caught by an agency. We were caught being ordered by old men to beg. It is necessary that we get a lot of money, then what will be left for us from what we got from alms was five pesos or ten pesos. Not enough to buy biscuits and water. I'm just thankful that I was caught up so that they don't have to chase me. I think I won't be hung

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

[Nowo’s POV] It all started at that magical place called HIA. It is an agency-slash-orphanage, where all orphans are allowed to work for their own living when they reach the legal age of 18. They were taking care of neglected children by adopting them, providing their needs, and by showing them the real love of a parent they were all longing for. To share and bring fun is what the HIA aims for. I know, right? It is indeed amazing to have met such a great place like this. Also, I’m really thankful to have met the most naughty and a little bit nice best buddy of mine. Omo, I really do miss him a lot.