Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends Novels & Stories

I tried to act like I didn’t know the answer to that giving an oblivious look. “My younger son is coming back after all this years”she explained,staring into space,obviously lost in thoughts. “That’s so good ma.I can see the cause of your bright mood” I said in a dry tone.I didn’t know what else to say,I wasn’t used to sentiments and I knew family life came with a lot of sentiments. And me not having any …what can I say..I grew up in a foster home.My foster parents saw it more as a responsibility than a passion.

May 3rd 2023, I was birthed and raised in a hidden foster home, along with other kids of my age. On my 5th birthday, we were ambushed by Lord Felix's guard. They murdered our foster parent and a few kids who thought they could escape. They made us watch each incident like in the movies we used to watch seldomly. It taunts us as nightmares. Benders took us to a camp—maybe a school—whatever they call that goddamned place! A place where humans learn how to be submissive and become either an Emit, Dator, or Emunctor lactis.

He said to me "I have faith in him and I trust him but I get scared sometimes. I feel like I'm nothing special to keep around for a lifetime. He's special and I'm just plain" I said to him tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. "You remind me so much of myself. I feel unwanted even now especially when I'm all alone. I have no family or friends. I rather being alone because when I was growing up, my foster parents moved around a lot. I never have time to make friends and after my foster mom died, I dropped out of highschool. I wasn't stupid or anything but I stopped going. I was so desperate for affection, for love and a little company that I even pawn myself to this guy. Um, we used to do

“But I know I’m not running from it. Not anymore.” Jon kisses the top of my head. “Then we stand with you. Wherever it leads.” Arc doesn’t speak, but his fingers tighten on my leg, his way of saying the same thing. **** We head back inside eventually, just as the rest of the house starts to wake. The chaos of a foster home morning rush returns: doors slamming, water running, someone yelling about stolen toothpaste. It’s jarring, trying to blend this new version of myself into the old space that raised me.

She smiled sadly and told me it would be okay. "Oh please! Please no!" I kept sobbing and suddenly the image changed again. I was no longer in the office being held by a woman I didn't know. This time it was worse much worse. I was nine years old and I was on my stomach on the bed screaming and sobbing into a teddy bear named Roscoe who was my only friend. My foster father Frank was on top of me, not just on top of me but inside of me. Tearing into me, hurting me, everything down there was burning.

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?”

On the night of the final showcase for the three-year designer development program, my parents weren't in the family seats reserved for me. They were sitting at the VIP table with Sophie, my foster sister. My boyfriend, Adrian Cole, was giving interviews in a silver-gray outfit that matched hers. A reporter smiled and asked, "You're both headed to New York, and tonight you're even dressed as a couple. Did the two of you plan that?" The people around them whooped. Adrian only smiled. "We've known each other for years. We have similar taste." No one knew that the dress Sophie was wearing was mine. I'd drafted the pattern and sewn the dress myself, and Adrian and I had planned our matching outf

The only sound between us was our thumping hearts, Iris’s pumping itself to the point of exhaustion as she pulled her thoughts together. “I’ve always had the friends they wanted me to have, done the things they told me to, and wore what they wanted. It didn’t take me long to realize that going with what they wanted was easier than going against, so I did,” she said with a small shrug of her shoulders. “B-But I’ve never had anything real in my life, nothing that I knew wasn’t fabricated or faked. I thought I did… with a person I thought to be my best friend, but I was wrong about that. I was very wrong about that.”

' Adrian had the same condition as Shea, and Avery had mentioned that his family was cruel to him though she didn't know his family in person. Elliot had paid Adrian no attention so far, but he suddenly started getting suspicious. The day he was brought into the Foster Family, the real young master of the Foster Family was taken away. Where was the young master Foster in the present? Adrian's family name was White and so was Nathan. A chilling premonition rose within him. ... The next morning, one of the Seeker Series drones rose into the air from the ground steadily. Mike had rented a room in the area where Adrian was in to set up the control panel.

“Did you know each other as kids?” She nodded. “We basically grew up together. We had the same foster family. We may have different last names, but he's family. He's as much my brother as anyone can be.” “Oh.” My heart stopped falling. He was her foster brother. Which also explained the use of past tense when referring to his parents. They must have died when he was much younger. “So is Kindling Romance a family business then?” Charlotte laughed as if I had said something wonderfully clever and funny. “Oh, no. It's all Bastian. He's the one who convinced his two friends they actually had a legit idea. When he gets a notion in his head, the rest of us just come along for the ride.”