Foster Relationships Novels & Stories

“If I can deal with a family like mine and the high stakes of working with some of the most difficult businessmen, I think I can handle a few kids.” He sounds so confident, but he has no idea how ugly it can get. Or how hard it could get for those kids to trust us and let us help them. They always live in a state of flight ready to be moved at any second. There is also the possibility that we could take care of them and get attached and then they will be sent back to their families. The thought of loving a child and then having to give them up makes me feel awful. Maybe fostering isn’t the best idea after all. We could look at adoption instead that way we know that no one will take them from

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.

Yes, it was definitely a chortle. I squeezed his hand. “What?” “Booker was one of the kids my parents’ took in to foster. He and I have a complicated past.” “I didn’t realize he was a foster child,” I said sadly. “He had a shit life, baby. It’s why he works so hard to make his current one good.” “Why is your relationship complicated? Are you not friends?”

"But you're still my family. I treated you as my little sister. My parents treated you as you're their daughter. I know we were the same age but I've been wishing you would call me a 'brother'. And it happened. But please don't think that I didn't treat you like my own family." "I never said that you didn't treat me like your own family. You're the one who just said that," I said coldly. I built my imaginative wall. My foster parents, whose parents adopted me and treated me like their own daughter, and Storm, treated me like his little sister. He never had any siblings. They said I came from another pack they didn't know.

Blinking rapidly, I manage to clear my vision to see a smiling face with soft brown eyes staring at me with such effusing kindness, and my chest constricts tightly. Angie’s foster mother parts her smiling lips to say to me, “It’s because we’re a family, and that basis alone, creates a bond much stronger than any other relationship out there”. Ah...this is it? It’s so simple and yet...my tears sting my eyes as I bite my lower lip, water pooling in my orbs as I look to the man standing beside me who nods softly at me.

I assumed that he wanted me to assimilate into pack life and leave my own behind completely. "I was abandoned as a newborn," I said softly. "So, I spent my entire life in the foster care system. I wasn't lucky enough to be adopted. I moved from home to home all the time. No one ever kept me around for very long. Foster parents get paid a small stipend by the state to care for the children they take in. Some foster parents are great, but others saw kids like me as a paycheck." The look on Gabe's face was impossible to read, as usual, but I saw his nostrils flare as I spoke. It might've been my imagination, but I thought that last statement made him angry.

“Her foster father is dead. He was found by my boys lying lifeless, I guess he got involved in a nasty fight which cost him his life.” I snickered. “What other news do you have?” “About the relationship between your fiancèe's biological mother and foster mother. He paused and took a quick sip from his drink. They are sisters.” “You kidding right.” I eyed him doubtfully. “You know me too well, I don't shit around.” "What do you mean they're sisters?" I asked, my mind racing with unanswered questions. "What part of they are sisters don't you get ?” Kacie's biological mother and her foster mother are siblings. They share a family bond, Zayn," Jack replied, his expression turning more serious.

Mark said with a grin, and I breathed heavily, inexperienced as I watched him lick my honeypot like it was sweet. I moaned and climaxed at the same time. Mark was my foster brother; he was supposed to be my sibling. But he said we were not siblings—we were not blood-related—and he believed that his parents had brought me to him. He said the first day he saw me as a baby, that's when our fates locked and I belonged to him. Catching my breath as I saw that Mark wasn't done pleasuring me on the bed, he mounted me, tall and handsome, and asked for my permission.

I had never felt so warm, so safe, so protected my whole life. I had grown up in foster care and never had a family of my own. No family had claimed me while I was growing up. Now, laying in the arms of these wonderful men, I felt as if maybe, just maybe, I had finally found my home. But in the meantime, I needed to go to my bungalow. But as I lay there with my men, I wondered if I was already home. Time would tell. I wasn't sure how long this relationship would last, but I was going to savor every moment of it while I could.

I have never had such a good evening. My foster father was always focused on his research at the Angel Foundation. Although I am his adopted son, I may not see him for months. He has never been kind and gentle with me, so since I was a child, I did not know what it was like to feel the love of my parents. I can't be sad because the kids at Angel Foundation are like me. They even envy me because I have a foster father. No one understood how lonely I was in my room. ...