Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“What drew you into their world? I’ve never heard of a fairy without wings, let alone one who ventures so far from the territories.” I hesitated, the memories clouding my mind for just a moment before I found the words. "I was never like the others. No wings meant I was different, and not in the good way. I was an outcast without a real place in their world." My voice dropped, almost a whisper now. “But meeting Winter and Lily changed everything. They made me feel like I belonged for the first time.” A flicker of understanding passed over Rykor’s face, something profound shifting behind his eyes. “It sounds like you’ve found your family,” he said, the statement laden with reverence.

"Your friend? Did one of the Wayne pack children come over to play through the back gate?" "No," Heidi said, shaking her head so hard her pigtails bounced. "Not a pack kid. My new friend. He stays in the woods behind the swing set. He’s an imaginary friend, I think. Because he can disappear like a ghost." Amora’s heart gave a sharp, heavy thud. She forced her facial muscles to remain relaxed, keeping her voice completely calm so she wouldn't frighten her daughter. "An imaginary friend?" Amora murmured, glancing past Heidi’s head toward the dark, silent tree line outside. The ancient pine trees stood like tall, black spears against the gray sky. "What does your new friend look like, Heidi?"

Flutter releases my hand and spins around, taking in her surroundings with wide-eyed wonder. "This is amazing," she breathes. I can't help but smile at her reaction. She looks like a child experiencing magic for the first time, and it fills me with happiness to see her so carefree and happy. "Come on," I say, taking her hand again. "Let's explore." "This is my home," Flutter says softly. "I remember it now. It's called Vindoria." I smile at her, happy that she finally remembers something. "Do you know where we should go?" I ask, unsure of what to do next.

Chapter 2 (Anabelle's POV) 18 years old Being a foster child was not easy, and up until this day I moved from house to house, I changed at least 20 homes and none of them were obviously meant to be my forever homes. But in this last one, I met Valentina. She was like a sister to me and we clicked from the start. With her by my side, everything was more bearable. Even the fact that our foster parents were total drunks did not affect me as it should anymore. Mostly we just stayed out of their way. But there was another problem. The problem's name was Devin. Yes like the devil but with an n at the end. He was the real problem in this house because he was kind of obsessed with me and Valentina a

She was afraid to ask, afraid I’d put her off again. “It was a burn,” I said, in a low voice. Her soft fingers traced it, and sometimes I swore I still felt it. I still smelled my burning flesh. “I was ten. The house I was staying at, they were my foster parents of maybe two years. They had like ten kids. It was a circus. Two of the kids they kept in a closet, I rarely saw them. They were truly sick fucks,” I said, as she laid her head back down.

He is the most loyal person including my best friend Seth Collin. "Where is she?" I asked, "Sir, Miss Foster is at school," "Tells me everything, from Morning till now" "Yes sir, Miss Foster got bullied by Miss Casey Almond and Miss Alyssa black, she got injured by them. Mr. Aron Norwood helped her by taking her to the medical center in school and dropped her in class. She got punishment for disturbing the class with Remond, both had a conversation outside the classroom. After that she went to the library and did her work, later we saw her following Seth Adams all day. Right now she's talking to her best friend beth outside the school Sir"

My favorite is "The Originals" My stomach mumbled and mumbled but I ignored it, keeping my face fixed on the TV. I was tempted to go to the kitchen and a grab a bag of popcorn and a can of coke but I had to stay strong, I don't think I can handle another round of beating. After the movie ended, I got up and waddled to the house feeling bored. I stopped right in front of Joshua's bedroom. The only time I got his room is when I usually clean it. I stepped right pass his room and decided to go the basement instead. The basement was a little dusty which means I won't have a hard time cleaning it. I brought the box that contains my toys and board games. Signing I placed the box back on the shelf

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 to command you to do anything anymore, but Robbie, there’s something you ought to know!”

When you force a relationship, nothing can ever exist between the individuals. Sydney was my friend from my foster home. She had been kidnapped and abandoned. Sister Mary, her caretaker in the orphanage had told her about it. She was a rebel and broke out of the foster home every single night to meet sister Mary. She took me along with her once and that is when sister Mary actually told her about her past. But two years later, her father found her and had come to our foster home, to take his daughter back. By the looks of it, he was rich. He came in a luxury car and an expensive suit, at that point, I didn’t know fashion. I still don’t.

Just from how the children were excited by his presence, it showed how much they love him and the other way around. "Okay guys, I can't breathe" he acted like he was choking, the kids pulled away quickly, their cute globes looking at him in worry. "Are you alright, Rys?" Asked the tiniest one of them, a little chubby girl, Emrys cupped his face and kissed her forehead. "I'm fine sweety, where's your mama Luu?" Mama Luu was the founder of the Foster home, she was a widow and was not blessed with any children so she created a home for all the kds that lost their parents or were homeless in Green village. "Mama Luu is resting, she is sick today" replied a boy who was much older than the rest of