Foster's Home For The Imaginary Friends Novels & Stories

Trevor answered, his eyes locked into his tablet. Taking a peek, I saw that he was looking at the charts of the stock market. And if I were to guess, I'd say it was the chart of Van Group. The chart had a bullish trajectory. Things seemed to be looking up for the company, as expected. But then, I still wondered what Trevor was going to do at a foster home. The drive was swift, not taking up much time on the highway. We finally arrived at the foster home. After a brief security check, the guard at the gate courteously granted us access, realizing who it was that came. He must have been informed of our arrival ahead of time.

I was taken from one foster home to the other, I ran away from my first foster home because of the cruelty of my then foster mom, she used me like a maid in the house and I was made to stop schooling. I stayed in three foster homes afterwards but the last one before I met Mala was the absolute worst, my dickhead foster brother tried to rape me, he attempted it twice and I was so scared I ran away. I was sitting on a bench in the subway with my luggage on my lap, absolutely confused and dejected when a teenager sat beside me, it was mala, high spirited and sassy. She held my hands and took me home with her and that has been it ever since. "What is the matter, Ivy?" she asked gently, brushing

I just kept holding her. We stayed like that for a while, comforting each other, and a reality dawned on me. We were all we really had. Every man in our lives was temporary. **** The drive to the outskirts felt longer than before. The view was the same, though—familiar trees, the winding road, the white mailbox with peeling paint. My foster home was a serene farmhouse with a lakefront. I loved it as a child; I wanted to never leave. The front door swung open before I even knocked on it, revealing my mom in all her motherly glory.

"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

"You really are a typical celebrity. I'm talking about poison. My house is in a manor, and the entrance of our manor is full of plants. If you're not a member of our family, you'll pass out if you are three meters inside, and then you'll be poisoned." "Hearing Carlo's words, Mango's eyes widened." Is there something like that? Of course. The Foster family is a century-old. "Looking at Carlo's smug look, Rainie was annoyed and couldn't help but say, ""A century-old poisonous family? Are you sure?""" "Rainie, are you picking a fight?" "Yes, what if I am? Come on! Now that there are two of us, try and hit me!" "Rainie said confidently as she stuck out her belly, which suddenly made Carlo regret

She won't be able to get the answers to all of her questions if she doesn't make a move of finding her father. And because of that, Madeline finally made a decision that will change her life... ================================ Tokyo, Japan. Oliver gave one last goodbye wave to the children before he drives his car away. He decided to visit the Heaven's Door Foster Home, where he is one of the supporter of the said orphanage. The orphanage is just relatively new, and the construction was fully completed last year. The Heaven's Door Orphanage is being managed by Mr. Shun Saito, who's a very dear friend to him, along with his wife, Mrs. Yumi Saito.

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.

"We could work through it and finish tonight instead of coming back tomorrow." "Sure. Thai food from that place on Collins?" He ordered while I stretched my aching shoulders, and when the food arrived, we ate in his office instead of the conference room. "Can I ask you something personal?" Alexander said between bites. "Depends on the question." "What was your favorite foster home? Was there one that felt close to being a real family?" His voice was careful like he wasn't sure if the question was okay. I thought about the various houses I'd lived in. "The Johnsons when I was twelve. They had three other foster kids and Mrs. Johnson taught us to bake on Sundays. It felt normal for about six m

Emerald, sad and confused run away from the house never to be seen again by his brother. She ended up at a foster home called The Johnson Foster Care. This very foster care home took responsibility for every need of the children they cared for. From their feeding, health care, accommodation and education. Emerald had to leave the foster home when she was eighteen as it was permitted by law to let any kid her age who had not been adopted go to the world and explore on their own. Having made the most of the education she received at the foster home, she learned the ways of starting her own business.

Baby Robbie stopped in his tracks and looked back at Monster in his ghastly state. He was lying on the ground, raising his head with much difficulty. Frustration and dejection were written all over his dashing face. Baby Robbie walked toward him and called out to him in a daze, "Foster Father." Monster let out a cold sneer. “You’re still willing to call me your foster father?” Baby Robbie answered with a blank expression, “Once a foster father, forever a foster father. We don’t owe each other anymore.” Monster let out a bitter smile. "I know I don’t have the right to command you to do anything anymore, but Robbie, there’s something you ought to know!”