Stories About Orphans Novels & Stories

Chad said. Jack accepted it with uncertainty. He stared at the parcel, as if he was looking at Elena's face. How was she doing now? Was their child healthy and doing well? "Back then, we were just pitiful orphanage children. We were forcibly evicted because the orphanage's land was disputed. The caretaker of the orphanage was old and couldn't protect us." Without being asked, Chad recounted his past. Jack had no intention of interrupting. He just focused on looking at the parcel from Elena while straining his ears to listen to the young man.

She stood up and wanted to walk away when Sophia suddenly grabbed her hand. Do you mind telling me how you end up in this hell yourself? I am a hostage but you look more like one yourself. Sophia said. “Okay!!” Savanna said and put down the first-aid box in her hand before sitting beside Sophia. My worst nightmare began on my 3rd birthday when my parents died in an accident on their way home with my presents. I felt so cold and lonely that night as I clutched beside my bed. Nobody was willing to take me in so My Aunt decided to take me to an orphanage where I met kids of my kind. We were so happy but unknown to us we are already sold to this organization.

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.

My eyes followed his tall frame as he left. “He sure is something,” Rhaeya commented and I laughed. Because yes, he honestly was. “We should get going now,” she reminded and we strode towards the door. My eyes raked the front of the Orphanage. It hadn't changed one bit. Still old, rundown and shabby looking. Even a stable looked better maintained. My memories traced back to when I was still here. They were the worst eighteen years of my life. Some Omegas who found themselves here were abandoned when their parents couldn't provide anymore or never actually could. Mine was amongst the rare few.

Nadia When I was about to turn eighteen, surviving after leaving the orphanage was the first thing on my mind. What I hadn’t expected was that I’d be trapped in the orphanage, facing the director Cliff’s harassment. “You have one last chance to be adopted,” Cliff whispered in my ear. His breath fell hot on the side of my face. “Tomorrow an important person will be coming here, and I can arrange for you to make an appearance. A life of luxury is within your reach, Nadia.”

** 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

"If wealthy people like you will know more about children like them, and the stories behind their adorable and innocent faces, I think you guys will understand how much they need your help to continue living a life that they deserve." In my almost several years helping here at the orphanage, I feel like I didn't just recognize these children by their faces. But for their stories that they keep as well. At first glance, you might be thinking that they are just children that don't have a house to live in and a family to call it a home. But it's deeper than what it seems to be. And helping them made me understand the deeper meaning of the orphanage and how kind the sisters are to take care of t

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.

“That is so brave of you, thank you, Skylark.” Smiling at him, she caressed his face, and whispered, “You promise me a story.” “Alright, I do promise you my story.” He smiles, enjoying the soft hands of his lover on his face. “I have been an orphan since birth, my mother died when she gave birth to me, my father… Well, it's safe to say I never knew my father. I lived in the South Pack orphanage. My life was pretty easy until I was a ten-year-old boy.” He paused for a moment, and his face went to see Sky who still lying on his arm, “I need to tell you, this is a very traumatic story.”

I tell him, as I think back to how my parents had died when I was a child and nothing about my life had been easy since then, except for when Brianna and Tyler had taken me in. “Well, I am all ears if you would like me to help you make sense of it.” Easton then said, as he stared at me, wanting me to tell him about my life, and I hesitated, wondering if he was just using this to get me to talk to him, or if he was really interested in knowing about me. Finally, I decided to tell him, “I am an orphan and was taken in by the wolves.” Thinking that pretty much summed it up and he wouldn’t ask me any more questions, but I was wrong.