Novel & Cerita Stories About Orphans

“I used to be like you; an orphan. My parents were killed unjustly by an evil Queen. They did not deserve to die but life always surprised us. I have suffered with my brothers. We used to live in a leaking hut infested with cockroaches and rats but our life changed for the better when we met Angela. “She is more valuable than gold, having her is equal to having the world. She is one of the best friends I ever had. One day I found out I was not the only orphan out there. I promised to help the number of orphans I could and now I am. “Today I want to announce that the Funding Lives Orphanage is officially open!” She cut the ribbon as the crowd cheered. They gently walked into the orphanage. Se

Lili lisped. “We don’t!” The two answered with puckered brows creeping on their forehead. “The old mistress might have protected you too much, huh.” Loth sneered. “You don’t know what happens to young war orphans in the slums of various cities, do you? Let me tell you. Many of them die due to hunger or plagues. In this era, it’s better to be a slave than an orphan. At least they get to eat. The kingdom didn’t give a shit about the orphans. I consider us lucky to be picked up on the streets. But we’re luckier since it was the old master who picked us up. Your batch struck had it the best with the old mistress ready to wipe your sorry ass.”

Olga was ailing after years spent in the humid kitchen of the boarding house. It was at this time that Anja had to make the hard choice of sending him out to work. There was an opening at the orphanage, they were looking for someone to clean the rooms and serve the staff. It didn’t matter that he was not a native, he was hired simply because the Administrator, Isaiah Kopano, a short pudgy man, took pity on the young mother and her malnourished son and gave him the job. Nate worked hard, he was fluent in the language and his mother tongue. His sharp gray eyes missed nothing. The orphanage had a library with sparse books of places of the world. Since the orphans who lived there barely spent th

I was abandoned as a baby at a very small orphanage, in the small town of River Stop. I was raised in the orphanage, and I guess in this small area not a whole lot of people want to adopt an orphan girl. So, I grew up with the ladies that ran the orphanage, Frances, the old, short and very plump mean and strict head master I guess we can call her, and Mary, who was soft, sweet, caring, and was the only person in my life that ever loved me!

Somewhere in the bustling city of New York, amidst the towering skyscrapers and the never-ending rush of people, there lived two young orphan girls named Ava and her younger sister Betty. They had lost their parents at a young age in a car crash and since then they lived with their distant aunt and uncle. They were struggling ever since, feeling unwanted and unloved due to the harsh treatment they got from their relatives, but fate had something else in store for the siblings, something amazing but also life changing!....

They knew that their journey was far from over, but with Deborah and the orphanage behind them, they had a solid foundation from which to continue their quest. And so, as they rested and recuperated, the girls shared their stories with the children of the orphanage. They inspired hope and bravery, instilling within the young ones a belief in their own potential. Together, they formed an unbreakable bond, a family united by their shared experiences and the determination to create a better future.

Lira My heart was pounding but I kept my voice steady. "I'm from Blackwood. I grew up in an orphanage there. And yes, I don't have formal records, but that's not unusual for orphans in Blackwood." "How convenient," Zuri said. "It's not convenient, it's common." I reached the bottom of the stairs and forced myself to look directly at her. "Blackwood has dozens of illegal orphanages. Small operations that take in children born to rogues or wolves who died without packs. They don't keep formal records because most of them are just trying to survive, not run legitimate institutions. The children are used for labor, for service, for whatever the operators can profit from. That's the reality of be

My other half. The orphanage used to tell us the story of how we were found. We were two squalling newborns covered in dirt and blood, stuffed inside a container floating in the gutter. Poked with holes, like some halfhearted coffin. Whoever left us there hadn’t wanted us dead. Just gone and forgotten. Maybe that was mercy. Maybe it was cruelty. I stopped caring what it was a long time ago. I don’t even want to bother finding out who our parents are. “Francesca,” Federica’s soft voice sliced through my thought. “I’m hungry. Let’s… let’s do Madam Big Foot’s chores.”

They’d had a child, a crying, messy little baby they’d taken a look at and decided they didn’t want in their lives. There was something oddly romantic about being an orphan, a chance that I was the child of kings and queens, or some starving artists who were now famous, or a hundred other fantastic parents. I knew about that. I’d experienced it in my youth, dreaming that my mother and father were important people who couldn’t admit to the world they’d had child.

This had been a terrible idea. “Do you mind holding Charlotte?” Gaia asked, already running to organize the kids for storytime. Mechanically, I nodded and took the one-year-old in my arms. She sucked her fingers and looked at me inquisitively. Gaia sang out for storytime, and the kids instantly obeyed. I sat down, feeling the weight of Charlotte in my arms as Gaia told the story. The orphanage was beautiful, filled with new toys, books, and plenty of spaces for the kids. Alpha Ansel was very generous in donating funds when Gaia told him about her passion for helping orphans.