The Orphan's Story Book Novels & Stories

“Madan Orna tord us tat swince we are ornans, ever- one can core us wit any- ting they want.” ‘Clearly, the orphans in the capital are called by names and have the opportunity to study in an academy. Why are these orphans different?’ Cassey maintained her smile in front of the children but her nails are gashing onto the hem of her old beige dress. ‘I shall uncover everything, Madame Oprah.’ “Shall we start the class now?” “Yes, Miss Cama!” “Next time, it should be ‘Certainly, Miss Cama!’ You got it, pupils?” “C-Certainly, Miss Cama!”

Elsie and her yet-to-be-revealed soulmate. My new book titled "Daggers In The Hearts: A Marriage For Revenge" will be out this weekend, along with Elsie's Story, which title is yet to be revealed. ** Daggers In The Hearts BLURB ** Orphan. Abused. Marriage. Enslaved. And now, Revenge! When Zhanna was fifteen, she lost her parents and her uncle took her in.

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.

"Good morning, children .." Amar said to the caregivers who were playing "Morning," answered some of the orphanage children "Do you know Ms. Amanda?" asked Amar "Ohh, Amanda?" pointed out a boy at the black car that had just entered the orphanage's parking lot, a group of children ran towards the car and led Amanda to enter the reading room, while Amar only watched Amanda with a sweet smile sharing stories and storytelling children. -the orphanage, her heart was beating wildly at Amanda's beauty and kindness

After playing with the toys, she took them all to the church, which is located at the middle of the orphanage. She took out one interesting books Ace had supplied them with before his arrest and read it to the children. They sat down in rows, paying attention to her story. "Once upon a time, the birds received an invitation to meet somewhere in the sky. Tortoise begged the birds for feathers to enable him witness the meeting so he could be able to fly. The birds agreed and each gave tortoise feathers..."

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.."

Taking a deep breath, we walk into the orphanage together. Frank is inside sitting with the children, reading them a story. He glances up briefly but goes right back to reading to the children. He is reading a story about a lost girl that finally found a home. As he finishes the story, he finally makes eye contact with me, his eyes a little misty. "Alright everyone, it is time for bed. Let's get to sleep so that we can get an early start in the morning." He says to the children.

Now she was five. She was so young when the first orphanage burned down. I looked at the storybook she was holding. It was about a princess kidnapped by a witch on her first birthday. I hesitated to take it. I’d been trying not to speak too much—if they heard my voice, they might recognize me. “Please, Mrs. Whitmore!” added Bea, who was eight. I exhaled deeply. When it came to them, I just couldn’t say no. I smiled, even though they couldn’t see it. I was about to take the storybook when someone else reached for it first.

Unfortunately,today was not one of those days. “I'm talking to you, Orphan,” John continued, stepping closer. He collected the book from her hands and examined the back cover. “What's this? Another story about knights and princesses? Do you dream or imagine being rescued, Anna?No one's coming for you”.

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!