Stories About Orphans Novels & Stories

As our reputation grew, so did my belly, becoming harder to disguise under loose-fitting clothes. One evening, scrolling through news updates while resting my swollen feet on the coffee table, a headline caught my eye: "Children with Congenital Diseases Abandoned, Living Out Short Lives in Orphanages." I clicked on the article, my heart squeezing painfully as I read about children born with genetic disorders, abandoned by families unable or unwilling to care for them. These kids were growing up without proper medical care or family support, many not expected to reach adulthood. The photos hit me hardest—tiny faces peering out from hospital beds, brave smiles despite their circumstances. I ra

I knew she was wondering why Sebastian and I were together. I was nearly in tears watching the kids happily accept and open their gifts. There were only thirty-two kids in the orphanage. The oldest was only ten. Most of them had been here since they were babies—just like me and my brother. A few were toddlers when they arrived. They were so pitiful, honestly. I could feel their pain because I had lived it. We were all abandoned by our parents. They may have had their reasons—but we’ll never know, not even what they looked like.

Heather exclaimed, her eyes turning red. As she placed a hand on Rory's shoulder, she continued in a sorrowful manner, "A lot of the orphans from the orphanage were abandoned by their parents because they were crippled or they were diagnosed with congenital diseases. They might have been abandoned by their parents, yet you have been more than willing to bring them hope, Ms. Emerson …" She paused for a while as she choked.

Arphen uttered to me. "I tried it on one of the orphans." I said as I smiled widely. "who?" He asked me. [FLASHBACK] The memories of the past remained clear in my mind. Feels like it happened just yesterday. I can still hear different species crying for help as the evil people started taking their love when they refused to be one of them. We have been waiting for a very long time now, wherein we can finally ask for the defenders help. There's not much time left for us to spare. Our home land is getting nearer to its end and the magical power that the Gods made to protect and hide this orphanage is no longer enough.

I remained silent, my mind racing with possibilities. "Let me tell you a story," he continued without waiting for a reply. "The Orchid is a group of greedy men who sought power to rule the world. They trained their sons, but these boys were always destroyed or claimed by women. Soon they realized that a woman was a powerful weapon. What a man needs power to achieve, a pretty woman needs only a smile." He paused, his gaze piercing mine. "So, they started taking children, babies under one year old, and training them for one purpose only, to help the Orchid dominate the world."

If there was one thing Maxine Johnson had in abundance, it was the desire to help others. In the sea of lies she swam in to keep her cover story straight with Liam, there were still plenty of truths—and the fact that she'd grown up in an orphanage was one of them. Unfortunately, for people raised in orphanages, life usually went one of two ways: detachment or responsibility. Maxine had chosen the latter. Growing up without parents was tough, but she'd had good people around her to help her stay on track. That was why giving back felt like the right thing to do.

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."

As I was about to get down from the train , I decided that even if the universe had turned everything against me, I wouldn't allow a stranger to just molest meso j turned to the bastard, showing him my middle finger" "Hey , I can't want something that doesn't exist" I left the man stuttering in embarrassment amidst Jeers as I came down from the train, I felt relieved. Standing in front of the orphanage I had grown up in only unnerved me. It had originally been built by the pack to house children who lost their families in the great werewolf wars but now it was a place that housed just about any orphan . I was one of those orphans. And I also knew that it was about to shut down, if we didn't

I gave Lena a small smile, "It's okay..." Though I knew, deep inside me, it wasn't. I wasn't. Later, I found out that these four young children didn't have anyone but each other. Abandoned by their parents to an orphanage where they had to fight for food, the four decided to leave together and went from town to town, hoping for a good shelter and a good job to feed themselves. It made me wonder how they could still open their arms to a stranger with a smile. It was then I realized that humans could have such warm hearts too.

I ended with an abridged version of the recent ordeal of how I ended up in the hospital a second time. By the end of my story, she was so focused. I could see the fire in her eyes. I didn’t say anything nor did I ask anything at this point. I just left the room empty for her to fill and sure enough she began. “I am an orphan. I don’t know how they died or when. I grew up as an orphan, being passed as a foster from home to home. For a long time, I worked as a pack slave in the pack house when I was a child and adolescent”.