Foster Forever Novels & Stories

The rest would stay and get to experience the cycle again. My foster sister ran away and I didn't know why. Not at first. A year had passed now and my foster parents had become Sober again. Smiling faces, kind words, never missing church. Two more kids came to join us, making four. Two girls this time. The period of peace lasted longer, maybe four months, during which another kid was adopted. And then the cycle began again.

I was alone at Maria Hospital for a prenatal checkup when someone added me to a group chat I didn't recognize. Everyone in it was family or a close friend. My foster sister, Linda, had posted a video with the caption, "Enzo is such a great new dad!" In the video, my husband, Enzo, held a newborn and gently played with the baby's tiny hand. The baby's hospital wristband said Maria Hospital. Everyone in the chat was celebrating the birth. No one noticed I was there. My brother Luke wrote, "Congratulations! This family is finally complete." I said nothing. I saved the video. The moment it finished saving, a notification popped up. Linda had removed me from the group. I steadied myself and calle

Julian said. Terry looked at him like he was the most stupid person on the planet. “A foster home would be the last place we would visit. They are not a direct result of the war. They have been in existence long before the war ever happened, and they will always be here. Racheal looked at the exchange quietly. “Please send the list we created to Mrs Sherrod.” Zuri said. There was a way she stressed the last words that made everyone look at her. She returned their stares with a hostile expression.

"Then bring him back. Now." "I'm afraid I can't do that," Foster replied, his tone hardening. "He belongs with his father and his pack. The Silver Creek Pack is his birthright, his heritage." "You gave up that right when you rejected us both," Summer hissed, tears forming in her eyes. "A mistake I'm rectifying," Foster replied smoothly. "Felix needs proper guidance from his true Alpha father, not whatever mockery of a family you've created with your... new mate." I'd heard enough. I took the phone from Summer's hand, my voice deadly calm as I spoke. "Foster. This is Alexander of the Blackwood Pack. You have exactly twenty-four hours to return Felix unharmed."

he announced with surprising authority, "I'm not a Foster." The name Foster rippled through the crowd, shifting the atmosphere instantly. I guided Elara, the pups, and Hunter toward a large oak tree. We settled on the grass with a clear view of the unfolding confrontation. Leo tugged at Elara's sleeve. "Uncle Julian is really good at pack politics. Better than Uncle James sometimes." Elara looked at me questioningly. "The Foster Pack—I've heard the name, but I don't know much about them." "They're one of the oldest werewolf families in the Mountain Ridge Territory," I explained. "They were among the first to establish powerful enterprises abroad."

Foster ordered his bodyguards and they all left the room. He then faced Kendrick. “I never went asking for their daughter’s hand in marriage. Mr. Fernandez came groveling asking me to assist his company with funding, promising to give his daughter to me as a wife.” Mr. Foster explained. “You could have helped out if you could, not destroy a young girl’s dreams.” Kendrick said.

"I'll honor my promise. The entire Foster World Cup book will be under your control." That sentence was practically a public announcement. The next-generation betting heir of the Foster family might change.

He paused, then spoke carefully, "I have a friend abroad. His whole family died in an accident, leaving behind a two-year-old boy. Lauren, you’ll love him." Love your child with another woman? I let out a cold laugh and shot back, "Funny… I didn’t know you had such a friend. And what if I don’t want to adopt?" For just a moment, he snapped. His hand tightened around my wrist, bruising. "Lauren, this isn’t up for discussion." His tone was sharp, final. "The Foster family needs an heir. This isn’t the time for stubbornness. Tomorrow, Liam will arrive. Show some dignity as Mrs. Foster."

My fiancé, Jim Smith, had always been the kind of older brother who spoiled his younger sister. Harriet Smith, his adopted sister, was the first person he thought of whenever anything happened. When the craze for seasonal drinks swept through town, he was quick to buy Harriet the first one of the season. When he bought his first car outright, he saved the passenger seat for her to try first. Even when a fire broke out in our house in the middle of the night, his first instinct was to rush into Harriet's room and carry her downstairs. Only after he knew she was safe did he call to wake me. After I was injured in that fire, I finally lost my temper and demanded that he choose between Harri

The Fosters didn't even last two weeks. Foster Enterprise declared bankruptcy and went into liquidation. The once untouchable Foster family collapsed overnight, buried under debts they would never be able to repay in this lifetime. Gracie went from a high-and-mighty heiress to someone hiding from creditors wherever she could. Someone once saw her at the entrance of Southside Orphanage. She sat on the steps outside the orphanage, clutching the repaired locket, its surface still webbed with cracks. She sat there for the entire day.