Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

With his dark hair and lanky build, Foster would be the spitting image of his father, Cord, if not for the silvery hue of his eyes, which he’d inherited from AJ. He slapped his palms on her cheeks. “Play Legos?” “I swear you only love me for my toys.” She kissed his forehead before setting him down. She grabbed the box out of the toy closet and dumped the contents on the rug. “He’s either gonna grow up to be a bricklayer or a house builder.” “You are avoiding the question. I want all the details, Keely West McKay, and I want them right now.” Keely sighed. “I know you can’t have coffee in your condition, but do you want a glass of juice?”

“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

“You have it bad, don’t you?” “I do,” I sighed. “It’s almost time. I will go get her. Please do not run around and start a fire again.” “Good luck! Don’t piss your pants. And that was one time, Khalid,” Zayed called out to me. “One time!” I walked past the crowd, smiling and greeting anyone who talked to me with awe on their faces. The foster house was in much better shape. I had paid to get it renovated with fresh beige paint, colourful walls in kids’ room, new furniture, floors and an extra playroom and library. It felt like home when I decorate it with volunteers the day before. Putting flowers in the vases, framing few paintings and posters with pictures of foster kids with their forever

“So tell me what creeped you out?” I drew a deep breath before I began, “He’s the creepy boy in a mask. He and his friend Max admitted it to me.” “Shut up.” She widened her eyes at me in both amusement and shock. “Really? Aw. That’s so cute.” “Cute? Well, we’ll see if it’s still cute once I tell you everything.” “Okay, babe.” She focused on me. “I met Max. They both grew up in a foster home before Max escaped.”

I'd be the replacement. It didn't used to be this way. When Sabor and I were first placed with this family, they were great. Warm, accepting. But when Elaine, our foster mom, passed six months ago, things got weird. Disturbing. John, our foster father, started off being sad all the time. Shortly after he started drinking. Then, he made remarks about the way I dressed, the way I walked… anything I did gave him a sexual thought. He accused me of teasing him. The innocent touches started soon after.

Emily's POV; Mr Hamilton said, "At eleven, I was sent to a foster care after my parents passed away. Even though my family is pretty big, no one took me and I was left to fend for myself in foster care. After six months of being on my own, I saw you. You looked lost and someone took advantage of it and bullied you. Colton and his friends. I saw and walked away. But one night, I saw you looking at the moon like it's the only thing in the world with you. The next day, I stood for you against Colton to make you realise that there's another person in this world too. Since then, you started tagging along with me wherever I go. We started eating and playing together. The orphanage which felt like

Dad says, and we oblige. The garden looks like something out of a dream. Fairy lights are strung between the trees, glowing as dusk settles in. Laughter drifts through the air. Tyler is arguing with Bellamy over who burned the burgers, Cora and Jaz are standing barefoot on the grass with wine glasses in hand, my foster dad pretending not to wipe his eyes every five minutes. Azren is running in wild circles with a cupcake in one hand, his mouth covered in frosting. I'm standing near the old oak tree, my heels kicked off, a light pink dress hugging my curves.

I stopped talking about them when I realized it upset my parents but I liked to believe that girl was my friend or sister. I had kept a journal of my dreams ever since my therapist recommended it. I was writing down the insanity I had dreamed about when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I shuffled off my bed and threw the journal under my pillow, then opened it a crack to reveal my foster mother. “Eloise, why aren’t you ready yet?” She looked me up and down in disapproval. Ready for what? It took a moment to remember what day today was. My foster parents’ business partner was holding his wedding anniversary today and by default, my family had been invited.

He’s beautiful—everything about Cameron is beautiful, and I’m not sure how, after just four kisses, I seem to be forgiving him for all the hell he put me through. How could I forget what he’s done? But then his reasonings last night seemed so heartfelt and I really want to believe that he was trying to do the right thing. His family. That’s what we would be. If we get past all this and make it through the other side, we would be a family. How wonderful. We get through the usual security and head up to the house. The front door is wide open and the familiar sound of children’s laughter rings out. Owen grips Cameron’s hand tight. It always takes him ten minutes to warm up until he’s off runnin

I started feeling so old-some—teenage and strange. “Westernnn?” she laughs. “Fancy. Tell me everything!” I began telling her about how my foster father wanted to rape me to how I was saved by Marco, the mansion, the cameras, the way boys look at me. The phone. I told her I was afraid of being on socials and, and of my foster father ever finding me or telling me to come back. My voice cracks. “He came looking for you, he was telling everyone that you were kidnapped then after some time he said you travelled but I know it’s not possible” she explained. “Are you safe?”