Foster Home For Imaginary Friends Novels & Stories

Jax yells and wraps Rosy up in his arms. His eyes inspect his mate and I can't help but smile. I decide it is best if Rosy explains the mindlink to her other half, so I stand up and head to the restroom. I love Rosy's little cabin. It is quaint and homey. Being foster kids our whole lives really made us appreciate the feeling of home. Rosy and I had always talked about what it would be like to be adopted and to have a home. In our fantasy we were always adopted together of course. We always said a home wouldn't be a home if it didn't have both of us.

Isabel pipes up, looking at Beth, “but my home used to be haunted. My foster parents used to put this strange liquid on the walls of the house to keep whatever was haunting us at bay.” “Foster parents?” Beth looks taken aback. “I didn’t know you were in the system.” Isabel shrugs. “My parents abandoned me. I grew up with my foster parents.” “Were they nice to you?” Beth asks slowly. Isabel just stares ahead. “They fed me and gave me a bed to sleep in. That’s all I could ask for, really.” “Parents are supposed to love you,” Beth murmurs. “Not all of them,” Anderson mutters under his breath. Nobody else seems to overhear, but since he’s walking just behind me, his words reach my ears.

Emerald, sad and confused run away from the house never to be seen again by his brother. She ended up at a foster home called The Johnson Foster Care. This very foster care home took responsibility for every need of the children they cared for. From their feeding, health care, accommodation and education. Emerald had to leave the foster home when she was eighteen as it was permitted by law to let any kid her age who had not been adopted go to the world and explore on their own. Having made the most of the education she received at the foster home, she learned the ways of starting her own business.

It comes out as a question, and I know better. “So three,” I correct, and she nods. “Look at them!” Briar pulls out her phone to show me a picture of the three kittens. “They’re cute,” I admit, even if they are a bit malnourished. “But is this a foster?” In the back of my mind, I knew when we moved off campus, a pet situation would arise. I made sure that the places I checked before we picked one were animal friendly. “I mean, yeah. It’s a foster until they find a home.” She’s lying to herself, but I’m going to let it go. Briar is floating around at the moment and not latching on to any one job or direction.

I needed to explain, to thank them, to tell them I was safe and that I loved them and that leaving them was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I grabbed my phone—the new one Aiden had given me since my old one was evidence in Theo’s murder case—and headed downstairs. I found my brothers in the war room, going over security arrangements for the festival. “I need Tom and Sarah here tomorrow,” I blurted out, before I could allow fear to stop me from speaking. My brothers looked up from whatever they were looking at, clearly startled. Aiden set down the map he’d been studying. “Tom and Sarah are your foster parents, yeah?”

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."

Foster Home 1 I stepped out of the social worker's car, my backpack slung over one shoulder, and stared at the house in front of me. It was a nice place, two stories with a wraparound porch and flower beds blooming bright in the afternoon sun. Not like the group homes I had bounced through for years. At eighteen, I was aging out of the system, but they said I needed stability before I went off on my own. Mark and Sarah Thompson were my last shot. The social worker, Ms. Ramirez, patted my arm. "They seem nice. Give it a chance, Lila."

May 3rd 2023, I was birthed and raised in a hidden foster home, along with other kids of my age. On my 5th birthday, we were ambushed by Lord Felix's guard. They murdered our foster parent and a few kids who thought they could escape. They made us watch each incident like in the movies we used to watch seldomly. It taunts us as nightmares. Benders took us to a camp—maybe a school—whatever they call that goddamned place! A place where humans learn how to be submissive and become either an Emit, Dator, or Emunctor lactis.

But what caught my attention the most was his warm smile, it was genuine and full of hope. As we walked towards the foster home, Miles filled me in on Jared's story. He was only 2 years old when he was taken in by the foster care system. His parents had passed away in a fire accident and he had no other relatives to take care of him. This had left Jared feeling alone and disconnected from the world. But despite the challenges he faced, Jared had a positive attitude and a heart of gold.

I just kept holding her. We stayed like that for a while, comforting each other, and a reality dawned on me. We were all we really had. Every man in our lives was temporary. **** The drive to the outskirts felt longer than before. The view was the same, though—familiar trees, the winding road, the white mailbox with peeling paint. My foster home was a serene farmhouse with a lakefront. I loved it as a child; I wanted to never leave. The front door swung open before I even knocked on it, revealing my mom in all her motherly glory.