Foster Book Review Novels & Stories

"This goes beyond our personal grievances, Mrs. Johnson. My foster mother has been my guiding light, my rock. She selflessly raised me, working multiple jobs and sacrificing her own well-being to provide me with opportunities. Now, when she needs me the most, I can't stand idly by and watch her suffer. Please, find it in your heart to help us." As I spoke, memories of my foster mother flooded my mind, each one etched with love and gratitude. I recalled the late nights she spent working overtime, her tired eyes and weary smile, all for my sake. She had believed in me when no one else did, supporting me through every obstacle and setback. Her unwavering faith had fueled my determination to suc

Nothing from that era of time had made it alive to this time but some enchanting books that were kept hidden, people would teach their little children at a tender age the arts of magic, the children would grow to form a group named the Fiathful whose life they would provide for the sole purpose of coping the wods of the books in lettres then burying them under the ground so they wouldn't be found by the kings' men. Religious practice involving magic and affinity with nature, usually within a pagan tradition had been banned and the children of good, or the faithful, were believed to be vulnerable to the fire of jealousy the kings' med would set on their bodies, burning them alive. However as

Chapter 3 Elera POV I woke up slowly, and my body was a bit hard. It was like it was made of rocks and the room was cold, and the blanket didn’t cover me much, my head hurt, and my chest hurt, and..infact everything hurt. I tried to sit up, but my hands shook, and my legs were so weak and then remembered the festival, his words, and his eyes. “I reject you,” The memory made my stomach turn and I wanted to cry, but no tears came.

- Wake up! You have a book on your face. I blink my eyes open, see nothing but blurry lines until I lift the book I've been reading from my face and rub my nose. Damn, I must have fallen asleep reading it again. I close the human-written romance book about demons in a school and turn my gaze to where my foster brother is holding the door open. Jesper Perdita has long, dark brown hair that falls around his face and shoulders, his clothes are all a little too big and torn in places, they are all hand-me-downs. But he smiles every damn day, and for that alone, I love him. Eight years old, he acts like he's the same age as me, thanks to losing his family a year ago and having no other relatives

Hello, my name is Freya Myers. I am a recent graduate of MeadowCreek High School, where I maintained a 4.00 GPA throughout my academic career. During my time there, I was actively involved in afterschool programs and school events, which helped shape my sense of responsibility and community. If selected for the Georgia Fostering for the Youth Scholarship, I plan to further my education by pursuing degrees in librarianship and business. My ultimate goal is to open my own bookstore a place that offers more than just books, but a sense of comfort and belonging.I entered the foster care system at the age of ten after being removed from my mother’s care due to an unstable home environment. In the