Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends Fanfiction Novels & Stories

An outcast and an unwanted. I sighed and open the door to my room. I run my eyes to the entire empty space with nothing but bed and an old cabinet. I bitterly smile to myself. "How long do I need to endure this kind of life?" I said and finally enter the room. I didn't manage to make friends to any kids in this foster home as I was always busy running errands for everyone. I was so caught up in the duties they give me even playing with the other kids would be impossible.

They were both Layla’s and my miracle, and having them here again without Layla felt so strange. I came across Foster being transferred to the hospital wing to be treated. He must have been so tired. I wondered for how long he had been on the run; he must have run with adrenaline. And I couldn’t be more proud of him. He has shown himself to be the perfect warlord to train my kids, and he still hasn't lost his touch. I waited for Nancy to come out of the nursery; she bowed to me upon seeing me waiting at the door. "How are they?"

"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.

Everyone around me had paired up with the person they wanted to share a midnight kiss with, and of course, I was cuddled in my husband’s arms. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kelly wave at me. Foster had his arm around her, and his other hand over her burgeoning stomach. Her daughter was at home, but simply because it was an adult party, not because she was ill any longer. Her treatment had worked, but I wasn’t entirely clear on all the details. I didn’t know if she’d paid for it out of the money she earned on the island, or if Foster had helped her when he tracked her down a few months later after deciding he couldn’t live without her. I turned my attention from them back to Spencer as he

she added. I stood by the hallway leading to the entrance of the mansion, staring at the beautiful old frames hanging on the wall as memories from when I was a kid swept over me. Memories where I had been ask ti take out the trash back in my foster father’s house, and apparently the trash I was asked to take out were old pictures of me as a baby in my foster home. I guess my Foster Dad wasn’t so much of a man to love kids. “Shall we?” Jess asked holding on to my hand as she approached me cutting me off fromcmy thoughts.

Between anger and the hurt chipping away at pieces of my heart is the fact they're both my friends. Lisa, the cheerleader who's been more of a sister to me. Ethan, the nerd I found too hard to ignore. Both in bed the same day I asked him out on a date. I didn't wait for her to come downstairs. I knew she would bolt after me, so I went home straight with nerve breaking exhaustion. Should I curl up and cry in a corner? Hell no. When you're a foster kid, you don't get those privileges. A minute after I got home, her call came in.

' "She’s a woman who knows exactly what she wants." "And what if I want both of you to stop talking?" I whispered. The silence that followed was heavy enough to crush a diamond. I looked at Asher, then at Jax. The "fake" relationship I had with Asher was a lie everyone believed. The "childhood crush" I had on Jax was a truth I couldn't escape. But in this moment, under the dim lights of the mansion, the boundaries didn't just blur—they vanished. I reached out, my left hand tangling in the hair at the nape of Asher’s neck, while my right hand slid into Jax’s silk-soft locks. I pulled them both toward me.

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

Her parents had died in car crash and their heartless family member took over their wealth dumping Alexies in a foster home . He drove to the foster home with a warm feeling in his chest . It was the least he could do for his late friends ,from his background check on Alicia he found out she grew up in the same foster home . He felt even more compassion for Alicia she must have suffered so much . On reaching the foster home , he came down his footsteps quick in anticipation . He entered and approached the receptionist , “ hi ,I'm here to pick up Alexis this is your copy of all the paper work” he dropped the document on her desk .

Zaria's POV It was supposed to be my engagement party today. I'd stayed up all night getting my dress ready. Mother was elated that I was finally getting married to the man of my dreams but what did I wake up to? A freaking video of myself in the most ugly form and guess who'd posted it just to spite me and completely dent my image? My very own fiancé Callum. I stared at my phone as it kept buzzing due to the thousands of notifications pouring in trying to make sense of what I kept seeing.