The Orphans Novels & Stories

He ripped his hand off as he yelled straight at Hades himself. "No you're wrong, how many times have I've told you are parents don't defy who we ar—" "I don't know where you get that stupid phrase from because you know Damn well WE DON'T HAVE PARENTS. We're Orphans. " "We may be Orphans, but we are blessed to have parent figures— Enya, Remington, Mr and Mrs Underwind, even Artemis. If you can't see that,then I don't know what to tell you. " I walked away tears already form in my orbs and shriveled down to my cheek.

“Second floor houses the unmated warriors, in single rooms, we have four guest suites that have small kitchenettes, and six small apartments for any families that would prefer to live here. Usually, they are just used when we get new pack members, while they wait for a house to be built, but I like to keep them open just in case. And down at the very end is the... orphanage of sorts.” Orphans? “What do you mean orphanage?” “We have had a few rogue attacks that have left kids as orphans. We try to reunite them with other family members, as quickly as possible, but it sometimes takes a while, especially if we have to track the families down in other packs. So, we have a few smaller rooms for t

She sighed grabbing my backpack and filing it up with my lunch "Have fun at school Pequeño and don't mind what the other kids say okay.?" "Yes mama.." she kissed my forehead and waved me goodbye. Oak Tree Junior School were the most popular and rich kids came to school. You may be wondering how I got to go to such a school. Well one of the most popular and richest family here in Baja owns the orphanage. It's the Black and Leigh orphanage. They are really lovely people and made sure every kid had everything she needed.

Orso doesn’t tolerate weakness so the weak wolves are treated like slaves. I worked hard for my position in the pack. Once 18 I could finally be a pack warrior instead of the odd jobs we orphans are given. Orso does it this way because the majority of the orphans are kids whose parents were pack warriors and had died in a battle, or whose parents lost a challenge to raise their position in the pack. He says that they’re no better than those that were weak enough to die so maybe they’ll get stronger through hard labour.

I'd G****e searched the orphanage to see if it was still in existence and I was surprised by everything I'd read. It is now the best non governmental organization in the country due to donations received from Emerson Cruz Group. It caters to the needs of the homeless, orphans and single pregnant women who don't have money to take care of themselves. "I do know this place." The man grins at me. "I grew up there." "Really?" I stare at him in surprise. I try to recollect if I'd ever seen his face at the orphanage but I come up short. "That's um... nice."

“He has been an outspoken opponent of the King.” “My father does not oppose the King, he opposes the abuse of power some councilors have shown,” I continue to speak. “Small packs have been taxed into bankruptcy. Omegas starve and pups are abandoned at large packs. Night Claw took in 3300 new members last year due to the abuse. My father’s request for an audience has always been denied. Perhaps the King would like to speak to his gatekeeper.” “The she-wolf is trouble my king,” Baxter spits at Evie.

We didn’t have to live apart anymore, which we were all grateful for. As we sit in our temporary home we share, I continue to brainstorm ideas of how to track our leader. There has been times over the years when other Alpha’s would occasionally try to take us over and force us to merge into their much larger pack. They tried to make us submit. But it’s in Ryker’s nature to protect us. His father must have been a true Alpha which would make Ryker one as well. We are all that is left to my knowledge. Now we follow him out of faith and loyalty. As it has always been the four of us, we are now well known as Orion’s Guild, or the OG for short. We are an elite team of Rogue Hunters, rogues of all

An actual real expression. After bidding farewell to the children, we made our way to the next orphanage, located on the outskirts of the city. The orphanage, named Blessed Home, had a more serene atmosphere compared to the first one. However, we soon learned that the matron had been involved in a minor accident and was currently receiving treatment at the hospital. Despite this setback, we decided to wait and see if she would return. As we waited, we engaged in conversation with some of the nuns who worked at the orphanage. They shared stories about the children and the challenges they faced in running the facility.

Seth McQueen and Mrs Helen Borne to the stage please". Just then Seth excused himself and Helen emerged from a nearby table and the two walked up onto the glorious well-decorated stage. Seth took a microphone and begun to talk in his melodic voice. "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to thank everyone for coming out tonight and donating to this charity. Intelligent Orphans is a charity that is based solely on the intellect of the children who get thrown into the system whether it be foster care or even an orphanage. This fund is supposed to allow the ones who show potential to make it. I can speak knowing that I too was in the system, too when I was only 2 years old when a rich

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