Stories About Orphans Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about? Okay, go to sleep. Sunnee is probably waiting for you. Talk to you later. Good night." Turning off the phone, Vivian put the phone on the table and sat down on the sofa. Looking around her room, she saw her smiling sadly. At the age of ten, she and her eight-year-old brother witnessed people convincing her mother to remarry but on the condition that she leave her children behind. Ten-year-old Vivian clung to her mother's shirt to plead with the elders who held her that day when the rich man came to pick up her mother. Vivian and her younger brother spent two years staying at the house of their greedy, selfish aunt until unable to endure her aunt's harshness, Vivi

Mother asked in a sad voice "A story about an orphan girl who fights against this world.." Mom then looked at me with a smile "Will you listen to it?" I nodded my head enthusiastically. The next second mom looked up at the ceiling again, then started telling stories “In an orphanage on a bright night under the light of a full moon, a tiny baby is left after her parents had an accident. The baby who still doesn't understand anything is named Elena which means light.."

At least for now. "Look at them! Where are they all going?!" a not so subtle voice came out from the little ones. Though most of them looked innocent enough but the tattered clothes and the dark muddy stains on their bodies were caked permanently on every part of their skin. These were the unfortunate orphans who were lured into service by some of the crooked spirits of humanity. They'd beg on the streets and earn several pity for currency and get the resulting alms of a few kind souls in the way just to be able to fill their quota for the day.

. They had their baby sitters who were also the orphans. One would hear screams and cries when approaching the hall for the young toddlers. Some of them never knew their mothers. They were taken to the orphanage right after birth after their mothers and fathers were killed in intertribal wars that took place in their villages. The only mother figures they knew were the nuns and their nannies. The nannies were so young and needed to be taken care of as well but the situations were not in their favour. They had to grow fast to adjust to their challenges as mock parents. Sister Mary was a tall slim Irish woman with twinkling blue eyes. Her wrinkled face showed the signs of hard years she had be

"I don't even know who my parents are." "What do you mean? Don't tell me you are-" "I'm an orphan." Elora gave a wry smile that made the food that was halfway down her throat taste bitter. “You were abandoned as a baby?” "Nope." Elora was lost in thought for a moment, recalling the story from her caregiver at the orphanage. The story that Elora received as she kept urging the adults there, to tell the truth. “I was found on the street when I was about five years old. Almost died… and lost memory.” *

Alora’s POV Since my sudden departure from the orphanage where I grew up, I had encountered some vile and despicable men who did not have the right to live with humans in society, and I was tired of them treating me like trash simply because I was a poor orphan. I was tired of being treated like I was some piece of meat they needed to devour, or own.

A lot of it. And truthfully, it disgusted me. With rising populations in the world and lack of government programs, more and more rogues—wolves with no pack to take them in—were cropping up. Many of them would abandon their children in the hopes that orphanages would take them, because growing up as an orphan was better than being forced to wander the world as an outcast forever. He should have been ashamed of himself, stealing from needy children like that. As the wolves in charge of two of the biggest kingdoms in the world, it was our duty to care for our people. Not steal from them to line our own pockets.

"Who else could it be? Let us take you home right now. We want to make up for the decades you suffered without us." They looked at me with raw eagerness, their eyes shining with emotion. I had grown up in an orphanage. No one abused me, but life was far from easy. Sometimes, I was so hungry that I had to fight stray dogs for food. At school, I was bullied for not having parents. I used to dream of having a family. They didn't need to be rich. I just wanted someone to stand up for me when I was treated unfairly. So when Orson's people came to the orphanage, I had been thrilled.

Life is not a fairy tale. Life is hard and painful. It is dark and empty. And maybe it's a Fairy Tale for most people, maybe it is happy and always sunny, but that's not the case for me. Who am I? Well, my name is Rain. I have no last name, just Rain. I'm an orphaned witch in the Blue River werewolf pack. I always wondered what my parents were like and why they abandoned me in a wolf pack, of all places. Did they not love me? Was I a mistake? Are they even still alive? I may never know the answers to the many questions, and I doubt I have a peaceful future ahead of me.

The nun smiled as she stared at the roundabout walk-a-thon that's happening in front of them. "Sister Rose had been my mentor before I took on her place as the head of the orphanage almost nine years ago. And while I was under her training, she keeps on talking about this little boy." Sister Helena has this sad smile across her lips as she started the storytelling. "Almost all of the kids here was given up after birth. But this kid wasn't, he gets to live a miserable life under the care of an abusive father and an alcoholic mother for seven years before the father died of cancer and his mother was nowhere to be found." The nun took her time to pause for a bit to get a hold of her emotions. I