The Orphan's Story Book Novels & Stories

"Master, He told me that 15 years ago, on a dark stormy night an injured lady knocked at the door of this orphanage. The man opened the door and was shocked to see an injured woman carrying a 5-year-old unconscious girl in her severely injured arms and pleaded to save the girl, The man helped them in and first aid the girl but the woman refused to have the treatment she just wants him to save the girl, the man allowed them to stay in the orphanage, The woman left the girl in the orphanage that night and never showed up again, The men told me that the woman was murmuring Olivia again and again, this is how he gets to know that her name is Olivia, this box was lying near Olivia's head when the

"I was new to the orphanage. I was scared of everything. The other kids were loud, the rooms were cold, and I didn't know anyone. Then this boy came up to me. He had a book in his hand, a beat up copy of some adventure story. He didn't say anything. He just sat down next to me and started reading out loud. Like he knew I needed the sound of a voice." Noah was perfectly still beside me, his wine forgotten. "We were inseparable after that. We did everything together.

I can tell Uncle Leo we aren't ready yet. 'I'm sure. I don't think it will help us, but it won't hurt either.' She said. I picked up the book. It was an old, deep brown, leatherbound book with the title in gold leaf. 'Tales of Olde'. It was heavier than I expected. Uncle Leo hadn't told me the title of the story so I skimmed the contents page. None of the titles mentioned an unnamed wolf. I sighed.

" My vision blurred, a ringing in my ears. It all came flooding back. Sheila's tearful call, her mom's heart attack, the desperate need for surgery money. I scrambled to help, sending the cash without a second thought. It turned out that 'urgent family use' was code for getting rid of the baby she had with Yoel. Me? I was just the unwitting hero with an open wallet. Joshua's voice kept going. "I've dug up some more stuff. I just sent it to your email. "Erick, are you holding up okay?"

The orphanage was dreary, filled with the echoes of children's laughter and the occasional cry of despair. Xienma, now 17, had grown accustomed to the monotony of her days. She spent most of her time in the library, poring over ancient texts and forgotten lore, trying to piece together the fragments of her past. The orphanage was her sanctuary, but it was also a prison where she felt trapped and alone.

“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.”

So I'm locked up in my room with books to read and given food rations three times a day until the visitors leave. At the age of 8, I became an orphan after my parents both passed away from a plague-related illness. That was the saddest time of my life. Granny Ursula adopted me and raised me. I turned 20 last year, a pathetic woman whose face was filled with ugly scars since I was young. I heard my grandmother's heavy footsteps, echoing in the tiled floor, coming to the living room. I pretended to have fallen asleep on the couch, snoring lightly for effect.

She admired the colours each one had and how each presented itself with a unique quirk. Noticing one that seemed to have worn off more than the rest she pulled it out of the rack. Flipping it over to see its cover she smiled at the title written in bold letters the words read Greensburrow. It was a children's book about a young boy and girl who arrived at an orphanage together and became good friends. The girl, Anna was an adventurous soul who would often get herself in trouble but had Eliot, the boy always there to save her.

he informed me. “Yes, I know. Sky told me,” I smiled sheepishly at him. “As I said, I’m an orphan, and when my mother found me in a carton box, there was nothing to identify my family or me. Let’s just say I had a thing for some sort of family heirloom since I never had one like that.” He pursed his lips, nodding in agreement. “And a book? I have tons of books in the study room, but which one will you get?”

Amber lowered her head in humiliation, their laughter ringing in her ears like a thousand bells. Though crushed, she tried to focus her thoughts on the next day. Thankfully, she would visit the orphanage-a place that brought her peace and joy. That hope, small as it was, gave her strength. --- The next day, daylight spilled across the village. The orphanage sat along a busy street, surrounded by the sounds of vendors, clattering pots, laughing children, and wandering goats. A marquee out front read: To Care for the Homeless Children. Amber handed three boys a coin each for helping her carry hampers of gifts. They thanked her and darted into the street, full of life.