Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends の小説・ストーリー

I never sacrificed those things to throw them back in his face, he's just infuriating sometimes. I sat on a bench, in a park. I stared at the clouds as I wondered what my life would look like from this moment onwards. I sat on that bench for hours, just watching people passing by, scrolling on my phone, and day dreaming about being anywhere else. I hated being in the foster home, it just reminded me of how lonely I was. Except for when Deja was home, of course. Deja comes and goes often, her foster family wanted to see how she would adjust into the family before fostering her so she leaves every couple of days. I don't have any other friends, I chose to stay away from people in the foster ho

“The CEO’s Dominating Love for Me, A Dream, My Overbearing Royal Highness, The Years of Splendor, Arrogant Possession.” Mr. Anderson listed them one by one, and he didn’t even finish yet. He really is knowledgeable. But why are even my comics being updated? My comics are so famous. Lalisa’s head was filled with black lines, and she stopped Mr. Anderson from continuing, “Alright, alright, you can come with me. It just so happens that my foster father is busy with something else right now. You can help take care of the two kids.” “Yes, master.” Mr. Anderson’s voice sounded very gentle.

“I don’t know why you are telling me this.” She sighed. “Charlie, the Foster family isn’t normal. They are dangerous and powerful.” He shifted in his chair. “I know that. And Mr. Foster is fair.” “I’m sure he is,” she replied. “Right now.” “What does that mean?” he asked. “It means,” she said carefully, “that as long as you are useful, as long as you’re loyal, as long as you don’t complicate things…you’re safe.” His stomach tightened. “Safe from what?”

The little girl told her. Little Stephanie who was more matured than kids of her age could tell that the little girls home was far from the countryside, so she decided to take her home, on their way home, Stephanie learnt that the little girl whose name is Elsie is the little princess of the foster family. The foster family ranked third among the prominent families in the capital. When the got home, they saw on the news that the Foster family had been looking for their only child for the past two days. The next day, Stephanie’s father contacted Elsie’s parents , and they came to take their daughter home.

I stared toward the windows quietly while old memories slowly crawled back where I usually kept them buried. Different houses, different strangers and different rules. None of them home. “They said I had adjustment problems.” I murmured softly. “Did you?” I laughed weakly. “Depends who you ask.” The memories came sharper now with tiny bedrooms, packed trash bags filled with clothes. Learning not to unpack fully because eventually somebody always decided you were temporary. I folded my arms tighter unconsciously. “One foster mother used to hide food from me.” I said absentmindedly. “Like I was some tiny criminal planning yogurt theft.”

The Fosters didn't even last two weeks. Foster Enterprise declared bankruptcy and went into liquidation. The once untouchable Foster family collapsed overnight, buried under debts they would never be able to repay in this lifetime. Gracie went from a high-and-mighty heiress to someone hiding from creditors wherever she could. Someone once saw her at the entrance of Southside Orphanage. She sat on the steps outside the orphanage, clutching the repaired locket, its surface still webbed with cracks. She sat there for the entire day.

"But didn't Mrs. Thompson just say she's a fake? How could she possibly have something that important?" My three younger stepbrothers immediately stepped in front of Rosie, anger blazing in their eyes. "What exactly are you trying to do? Not only are you impersonating our sister, you even hit our mom!" I raised an eyebrow at them. It had only been five years—had they really forgotten what I was capable of? I was just about to give each of them a slap when the unfamiliar girl, Camellia Thompson, suddenly stepped forward. Like a hen shielding her chicks, she pulled my three stepbrothers behind her. Frowning, she spoke with clear displeasure, "Why are you impersonating me? And judging by your a

And those people, the Beech family, were the monsters. Justin and Lela Beech were the kind of foster parents that people make horror movies about. You know the psychological horror where the villains hide in plain sight and no one ever suspects them. The kind of horror movie that either ends with a survivor making it out and stopping them, or that ends with no survivor to tell the truth. They collected foster kids like Pokémon cards. And honestly, it’s not a far-off comparison as they used us for their own ends.

“And that’s part of what I want us to address today. Though, I already came to a conclusion and you have to follow suit.” Now this guy is really scaring me… “Okay… that doesn’t sound scary at all. What’s it you wanna talk about, huh?” I said out of curiosity. I didn’t trust this man a dent, because I knew what he was capable of. “Well, I’ve arranged a place for you. It’s called a foster home. That’s where teenagers like you, what word should I use for it? Bastards like you who don’t have parents, that’s where they go. And I already signed all the required documents for you to move there.”

I was alone at Maria Hospital for a prenatal checkup when someone added me to a group chat I didn't recognize. Everyone in it was family or a close friend. My foster sister, Linda, had posted a video with the caption, "Enzo is such a great new dad!" In the video, my husband, Enzo, held a newborn and gently played with the baby's tiny hand. The baby's hospital wristband said Maria Hospital. Everyone in the chat was celebrating the birth. No one noticed I was there. My brother Luke wrote, "Congratulations! This family is finally complete." I said nothing. I saved the video. The moment it finished saving, a notification popped up. Linda had removed me from the group. I steadied myself and calle