Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends Novels & Stories

Foster Home 1 I stepped out of the social worker's car, my backpack slung over one shoulder, and stared at the house in front of me. It was a nice place, two stories with a wraparound porch and flower beds blooming bright in the afternoon sun. Not like the group homes I had bounced through for years. At eighteen, I was aging out of the system, but they said I needed stability before I went off on my own. Mark and Sarah Thompson were my last shot. The social worker, Ms. Ramirez, patted my arm. "They seem nice. Give it a chance, Lila."

“I can respect that, well its almost three in the morning and were supposed to be heading out of here soon so I guess the least I can do is let you get paid for your time since I won’t be needing your services.” “Sounds like a win to me. We don’t usually get too many VIP’s around here what’s your line of work.” “Well, I and my sister and brother over there run a foster home and a community outreach program for foster kids in the community. We provide daily check ins for kids, food, clothing and extracurricular activities and events that allow the kids to be active and feel protected. We even set up internships for kids that age out to work for our sponsor who provides them with affordable ho

Melody was getting frustrated. "Can I ask a favor from you in return for the promise I made to you?!" Melody requested, "I heard that your parents weren't your real parents." "How did you know that??" I asked. "I'm quite the journalist of myself. I heard the rumours from somewhere. Well, your foster mother gave birth to a new baby on the day you passed out. Do you know that they're the founder of the army school we'll be attending?! It was all broadcasted on the news."

He reopens his eyes and looks me over for a reaction, but I remain still and emotionless. My mind soaked up every word he spoke like a dry sponge, but I hate how much he brought up her ex, and I hate that my mate grew up without a family to call her own. Foster care isn't the demon most people make it out to be, but it isn't easy on a child either. Pain for her loneliness is radiating throughout my body, but I don't want my brother to know...much less my pack, who are now listening. "Sounds like a normal life in today's human world," I state after a moment, and Stan nods.

Flashback Staring down at the silver watch I smiled down at the gift, it fitted loose around my wrist but it still was serving its purpose. Glaring at the elevator buttons have they flashed, sighing thinking about how late it is and I am just leaving work. Not like I have nothing rushing home to anyway, It was another long day of trying to befriend Betsy, a blank partner fresh from the wild, she had been here for weeks and I cannot tame the thing, but can I blame her, poor girl was taken from her home and place among strangers, forcing her to adapt... like me. I don't know my parents, I spent all of my life in foster care, and according to the nurses, I appeared on their steps out of nowhere

Maryam was getting sweaty and shaky when she imagined the door opening and her foster parents walking through the entrance to greet her. Inside her heart, she wished she could do something to humiliate them and avenge herself for having to keep up with their crap for all those years. Especially when the greedy couple was getting paid by the government for keeping her. But the real bomb fell when the front doorbell rang and someone in the servants suggested that they were here. All the schemes of murdering her foster family rushed out of Maryam's mind and she felt sweaty again. "Mila, go and greet them. Take them to the living room." Abdullah's deep voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Mila

Waddled up to the door of the Victorian on the bend. Their life seemed perfect. I suppose I was wrong. In any case, the Fosters were inseparable—even when she got older. They would waltz around town laughing; sit at cafes looking like someone ought to be photographing them for a perfume campaign. And it stayed that way for a while, mind you. Until Chloe climbed out from a Taxi—and this I saw through my kitchen window.

I obey and close the gap between us smoothly. “That’s great, Mamma … Yep … Completely … Tiamo anch’io … until tomorrow then … Uhuh.” He repeats his goodbyes and hangs up, beaming at me like an excited child. “My mother has found Sophie a place to stay with a friend of the family. Someone she trusts, I trust too … Long-term foster arrangement while it goes through the legal process, then a forever home if she likes life with them.” He’s grinning at me in a way that makes me equally ecstatic for her; the Carreros work fast.

“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.

Kieth said "We have exciting news. we can put this argument in the past and move forward. We're going to be a foster family and take children that don't have homes to go home to." Erika was excited again and started talking really fast. "Ally I'm sorry for getting upset with you. I just love you so much and after your father died I don't know what I would do if I lost you too. it's your choice if you want to homeschool again or keep going to public school I won't force you either way. Please all I'm asking is that you answer me when I call or text you. Also, I could really use your help setting up the spare room for your foster siblings. we're almost done Allie. we have our home study tomorr