Foster Novels & Stories

I nod, closing my eyes to digest it all. Milo and I were never close growing up; in fact, if memory served me right, I made his life a living hell for the majority of it. But in recent years, things had changed. I started protecting Milo, started helping him out, indulged his pleas to play, and even got him a fucking bunny. And now Milo was saying he was on my side. Milo, who had no reason to be, was on my side. I feel the tears build behind my eyes and force them away, not wanting to break down in front of Zander of all people.

I looked back at the coffin. “That takes courage.” The wind moved gently across the ceremonial grounds, carrying the quiet sounds of people sniffing and wiping away tears. “Aiden gave everything for this pack,” I said. “So the best way we can honor him… is to live freely. To build something better.” I looked at the members of the Crescent Moon Pack. “A future he believed in.” Silence filled the air again. But this time, it wasn’t just grief. There was something else mixed within it. Respect. And the beginning of a new pack for them.

Gianna My brow furrowed as I traced the words. Foster homes. Placement details. Photographs were clipped neatly to the top of each sheet. And there he was—Maximus. Only younger. In the first picture, a thin boy of maybe seven, hair too long, his stare direct and unflinching. The background gave away the kind of family he’d been placed with—peeling wallpaper, cluttered tables, adults who looked like the type to smoke or do worse right in front of children.

By the time I was diagnosed with end-stage heart failure, UNOS had finally matched me with a donor heart. My foster sister Isabella had the same condition, but no donor heart had been found for her. My family had heard somewhere that if I signed a voluntary waiver giving up the transplant, the heart would go straight to her. For three straight months, my parents refused to pay a cent toward my care to pressure me into signing. They told anyone who would listen that their own daughter was selfish enough to take away her sister's only chance to live. My older brother Howard came to my room and tossed the waiver onto my bed. "Isabella just got into a top universi

"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

See you later mom Love you. Please be careful I don't want anything to happen to you my Mom said while pecking my forehead. Aww I'm not a child mom I will be sixteen in three months time I said while cleaning my forehead. You will always be a child to me... Be careful!!!! I heard before zooming off

“You’ll have your army. But if you betray us—” Revan’s voice was steady. “I won’t.” Kael gave a small nod. “Then welcome to Frostmoon, Flameborn.” The title felt heavy in the air, like something that would never leave me again. As the pack began to disperse, Jordan leaned close. “That went better than expected.” Revan gave a tired smile. “For now.” I looked at him. “You don’t trust them.” “I don’t trust anyone who’s survived this long,” he said.

I've even moved states after one family sent me on a long train trip all to get rid of me so they could claim I ran away and then find me for some kind of prize money. The city turns to trees and grass and yes horses and cows, even goats and sheep as we drive for what feels like hours. When we finally stop it's almost dark and the house looks like one of those old ones you see in western movies. "This is Judlyn Family, and they will be your new fosters" the social worker says with a bright fake smile. "Well come on kid it's getting late and suppers getting cold" the man says and takgs my bag from the social worker while I follow the lady inside.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

Foster sat on the bed for a while, until the sunlight became even hotter, before he averted his gaze and got up to wash and get ready to go out. Now he was in this city, feeling completely alone, without even a familiar friend. It was not easy to find out about Hannah's current situation. But he remembered Hannah's company, only three years had passed, he stepped out of the television, and that company was no longer Hannah's company. He looked at the unfamiliar signboard and stood at the entrance for a while, until someone came out from inside and asked him if he had come for an interview. Only then did he look up again and say, "No."