Foster Novels & Stories

“Mommy nooo. Please?” Ugh I couldn't say no to those cute puppy eyes. The handsome stranger joined in. “Yes mommy please?” Two cute faces. “Ugh, alright fine. We'll do lunch…?” My eyes silently enquired for his name. He quickly understood. “I'm Samuel, but you can call me Sam.” “Please lead the way, Sam.” End of flashback We quickly became friends after we met at the park, and Kayla always looked up to meeting Swift.

I took a bigggg bite and chewed on it happily. ''''''''''''''''''''''' "Remember to behave Zara, be careful ok?." Mom tells as she hit the road. "Yeah mom." I replied. "One more thing, your name is Quinn Anderson and do not let anyone know about your powers, ok!?." "Yeah I know mom." I rolled my eyes. "Good." Minutes later, we arrived at a very magnificent building. Mom drove into the huge compound and alights the car. "We're here, i've met the school authority, take care of yourself ok?."

The lady said. “And may I ask why?” I said and she glare at me. “Because rogues are vicious and crazy mutts who ought to be killed” She said and I frowned. “I haven’t done anything wrong” I said while Val leads me to the kitchen. “You might have not done anything here but you certainly did something hence the reason why you got banished from your pack” She said while following us into the kitchen. “Don’t mind their manners. That is Amelia and Keith. They are actually fun to be with but they detest rogues” Valerie said.

Baby Robbie stopped in his tracks and looked back at Monster in his ghastly state. He was lying on the ground, raising his head with much difficulty. Frustration and dejection were written all over his dashing face. Baby Robbie walked toward him and called out to him in a daze, "Foster Father." Monster let out a cold sneer. “You’re still willing to call me your foster father?” Baby Robbie answered with a blank expression, “Once a foster father, forever a foster father. We don’t owe each other anymore.” Monster let out a bitter smile. "I know I don’t have the right t

"Because we are safe. We have extra food. We have extra beds. And we have extra love." "But where will he sleep?" "In the guest room," Mom said. "The one Uncle Marcus used." Ethan looked at the wall that separated his room from the guest room. That was his wall. He put his drawings on it. "For how long?" Ethan asked. "We don't know," Dad said. "Maybe for a little while. Maybe for a long while. Fostering means... we help him until he finds a forever family. Or until we become his forever family." "So he might stay forever?"

I'm glad and happy we're all back together at least I will sleep peacefully I'm meeting Mrs Vivian Charlie Ampofo today, because we will be going to see the doctor for my appointment to check if am fit to become a Surrogate or not since have abstain from consuming alcohol I arrived earlier than time at Mr Charlie's mansion so I won't waste much time and be late for work. I pressed the intercom at the door before someone open the door for me and usher me inside telling to seat since Mrs Vivian is having a talk with her husband I waited for some hours, before I heard their voices, which seems that the couples were having an argument " I told you, I don't like the idea of surrogacy,if you can't

A warm jacket covered her and she lifted her gaze to find Foster standing behind her. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Just doing the good old Christian thing. I offered a stranded family a ride to the hospital. Their child ate something bad," Foster said and sat down next to Dede. "Why are you here and why are you crying?" Foster asked and Dede shifted her gaze and stared at her feet. "Huh. Let me guess, someone said something terrible to you and I am thinking is the boss's family?" Foster said more like asking a question and Dede turned to look at him.

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."

“Well men are like that. Adamant. You just have to insist too. Pull out your trumps cards if you know what I mean.” I laughed. I do pull out my trump card but Quinn has become immune to my sex threats. “Are they all your kids?” I picked one up and placed it back on the shelf closed out by a glass door. “No. Some are fosters.” “Fosters? The sheriffs right? I remember seeing that you fostered a 16yr old eleven years ago. That's a bold act. I commend you.” I complemented her sweetly. My back turned to the shelf now

For the last 2 years I’ve managed to stay in the same house, but it’s been… Challenging… I’m the oldest of 3 foster kids, which means I’m the one who gets the most shit from Florence and Winston or as we call them ‘jerks who just want the money’. They are two of the most uncaring and pompous assholes I’ve ever come across. They didn’t have the room to take me in when they did so they transformed a small storage room under the stairs to the attic for me to stay in, I guess they were fans of Harry Potter, and all because they wanted the extra money that came with taking me in. They knew I was old enough to take care of myself and I guess it was a win-win in thei