Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Meme and I both laugh at her absurd behavior, “I’d love to see them try! I consensually marked your body, that’s it. Nothing illegal occurred” She shakes her head, “if this is going to keep happening, you’re going to have to meet them, you know”. “You want me to meet your foster parents?” I asked her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea”, says Meme. “Your foster father is a cop”! I cringe at the thought. “You didn’t know”? “I knew, doesn’t mean I like hearing it”, I told her. Loyalty’s school account provided me with all of those details. “Regardless, I’m not doing anything wrong”!

“See, my lips are sealed tight.” “Wish they really were,” Jimin sighed. “So who’s the lady?” Xavier smiled. “Your girlfriend?” Jimin shot him a murderous glance and he knew better than to keep talking. They cornered through a small road and stopped at the door of a medium sized cottage. “Ready to meet your new family?” Jimin turned to him. “I chose them specially for you. They’re the nicest in Jaime’s Woods.” “Exactly the same thing I would have said about my last foster family,” Xavier frowned. “They were the nicest people in the whole of Manhattan.”

I often felt that if I didn't talk about it, it wouldn't be true. “In the beginning, everything was great. I had brothers and sisters, a roof over my head, a beautiful bedroom. They loved and praised me, and showed me kindness. Then one day everything changed. I came home one afternoon after school, and found a cage in my room. I thought that maybe they had gotten a dog while I was at school, so I ran out of my room in search for the puppy. My foster parents yelled at me, the moment they saw me. My foster mother grabbed me by my shoulder and pulled me back into my room. She opened the dog cage, and threw me in. She then locked it on her way out. Each night, I had to stay in that cage. Caged

he said in a playful tone, but me, being me, takes it as offences “I’m not a person at all, so stop the small talk and take me home.” “Listen, Emily, whatever shit life you had before, fucking deal with it, you’re not lost and you still have people who care about you,” he declared openly with an annoying attitude. “Care about me? Are you actually joking with me now? You never had to jump from one home to another, praying that your next home will be better than the previous one, or where you would at least be treated as a “person” You never had to fucking live on the streets, so if you want to use the word care, make sure you know what it means because guess what? I had 4 families who thought

Foster hesitated, then hurried to catch up—lifting Felix into his arms. Still playing the perfect father. Still pretending nothing had changed. But everything has. And I won’t sit and wait anymore. Getting out will take time. But I will get Felix out of this hell.

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.

I put Angelo down on his feet. Bent down to his level, kissed his forehead and combed his hair with my fingers, then said with a warm smile, “Stay here, honey. I’ll be back soon to go home. Okay?” “Are these bad guys?” he asked with fear in his eyes. I stared back at my foster brothers. Then back to Angelo as I sighed and mumbled, “No, sweetheart. They’re family. We just have a misunderstanding. Stay here, okay?”

What if they were pretending to lure me away from my foster parents’ home and torture me like my adoptive mother and sister did? “You don’t have to worry. I heard my brother’s offer to you. But he’s not a bad person. Sam is only trying to help you from a place of love. Besides, Alpha Johnson Anderson won’t be happy finding out that you were treated poorly by your foster parents. It’s against the adoption rules and regulations of the Star-field Pack,” she said, speaking to me like I was her friend. “Thank you, Nurse. I will reconsider Dr. Sam’s offer. But that’s after I have gotten home to get my stuff,” I said, my tone soft, my eyes watching her, and she smiled.

He'd been pouring on the charm with me lately, and when I took the place beside him, I caught the faintest flush at his ears. "You planned this gathering for me. There's no way I wouldn't show up.” I grinned at Jacob, and the others immediately started hyping us up, saying we were perfect together. The whole time, Zach was sulking in the corner, his expression thunderous while everyone acted like he wasn't even there. My friends handed me gifts one after another. They weren't strapped for cash, but they were dying to see what was inside, so they kept pushing me to open the presents right then and there.

"Tell him. But remember this: if my career goes down, my dad loses his investments. And if Richard gets pissed off enough to dissolve this new marriage, your mother goes right back to the gutter. No more expensive dresses, no more imported marble. She’ll be broke again, Elena. All because you couldn't play along." My eyes instantly went wide. He pulled back, his eyes scanning my pale, trembling face with a terrifying satisfaction. He tapped the pink notebook against my chest. "Be a good little girl and be my fake fiancée for the season, Elena. Because if you say no, the entire campus reads your little diary tomorrow morning and finds out what a dirty, desperate, fantasizing little slut you r