Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His scent was messing with my thoughts. What cologne was he even wearing? Carmelo lifted one thick brow, the arch disappearing into his messy dark curls. He let out a dry snort. “I’ve been through too many foster homes, Ria. I know how this goes. Getting to know me? Are you fucking serious?” I glared at him. Okay, Hailey—stop thinking about *that*. And definitely not *his*. “This isn’t a foster home, and this isn’t some drill—”

“Who put this thing here? Are they trying to scare me? Where’s Susan? Bring her over! Does she think she can escape by putting a dummy here? I’m not an idiot! Bring her to me!” I laughed so hard that I started crying. Why was he pretending to be ignorant? I was lying right there, and my corpse was already starting to smell. How was he supposed to find another living Susan? “Mr. Foster, Mrs. Foster is… already dead. Her corpse is already starting to smell!”

"But didn't Mrs. Thompson just say she's a fake? How could she possibly have something that important?" My three younger stepbrothers immediately stepped in front of Rosie, anger blazing in their eyes. "What exactly are you trying to do? Not only are you impersonating our sister, you even hit our mom!" I raised an eyebrow at them. It had only been five years—had they really forgotten what I was capable of? I was just about to give each of them a slap when the unfamiliar girl, Camellia Thompson, suddenly stepped forward. Like a hen shielding her chicks, she pulled my three stepbrothers behind her. Frowning, she spoke with clear displeasure, "Why are you impersonating me? And judging by your a

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

I know because I have the exact one, mama got it for me last month on sale. “You live next door?” I try not to flinch at the thought. She nods excitedly, not noticing my discomfort. "I’m Alexandra Carter. I live next door to you with my foster family." She says softly. I notice how she hugs her legs when she speaks about her foster family. I guess things aren’t great with her family. But like Damon always says it’s not my business. "What’s your name? Or are you going to be mysteries forever?" She asks with the cutest smile I've ever seen; she looks straight into my eyes.

She was quiet for so long, he didn’t think she was going to answer, but then she did. She paused to clear her throat, her lips tightening, her eyes still focused on nothing. And then, she retold the story she’d relayed to him, but in greater detail. They listened to how her foster parents had changed, pulled her out of school, and eventually lost their jobs because they refused to leave her alone when she was a teenager. When she spoke of how her froster father used to sneak into her room to watch her sleep, Rhye felt his stomach twist because he knew, he fucking knew what was coming. Leon and Joseph growled.

The last one closed the door behind him. "What do you mean..." Before I could finish, my whole body went numb. My saliva turned sour. Kaden whimpered inside my head. The person on the other end burst into weak laughter. "Who is your foster sister? Just go directly to the point" The words left my mouth dry. Not from shock, but from the crushing weight of my own stupidity. "I am sure you already know who she is." Lilith. Cold spread through my veins. I could not speak. The realisation hit harder than a boulder.

Until that night. Since then, she and her brother had been ghosts, bouncing from one foster home to another, always looking over their shoulders. Until she was fourteen, and they met Drey. That idiot. His family had taken them in, given them a fake normal life. And that’s how she’d fallen for him. A love that now tasted like poison. Andre. That unfortunate swine godforsaken bastard.

She smiled sadly and told me it would be okay. "Oh please! Please no!" I kept sobbing and suddenly the image changed again. I was no longer in the office being held by a woman I didn't know. This time it was worse much worse. I was nine years old and I was on my stomach on the bed screaming and sobbing into a teddy bear named Roscoe who was my only friend. My foster father Frank was on top of me, not just on top of me but inside of me. Tearing into me, hurting me, everything down there was burning.

“She told me all my sins were forgiven and I was whole just as she had made me, werewolf and all. She promised that if I followed her, she'd take me to a new family and after a couple of weeks, I ended up here." "Wow." It was all Bella could think to say. As crazy as it all sounded, what really concerned her was how closely it matched her own experience. She reminded herself that she had been on the brink of death and she was probably delusional. For all she knew, so was Foster. "I know it sounds weird.” His shoulders fell, and he looked like a scolded pup. “I’m sorry, most of the others hate when I talk about it." "Don't be sorry," Bella said with a smile. "I wanted to know. Thank you for s