Foster's Home For The Imaginary Friends Novels & Stories

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?”

The man said with a happy tone. "The second one" I announced, wanting to see what their house looked like. They both smiled happily before standing up. "You'll be back tomorrow at 6pm, and then they can decide if they want to foster you" Josephine smiled falsely as I left the room. "Deja, look after Avery for me, I'll be back tomorrow" I nodded determined. ***** Their house was big and luxurious, they had an outside pool to swim in and a huge tv in their living room.

Seconds pass, minutes change, and the clock keeps turning. Time marches on mercilessly, carrying days, months and even years that pass by as if without a trace. But for one five-year-old boy, time feels like a silent blanket covering his life. Andy Tan-a name familiar to few who've heard the dark rumors of his family-grows up under the watchful eye of his foster guardian, Luna Jacob. No one knew what had really happened to his family, except for a few faint whispers that faded over time.

[Nowo’s POV] It all started at that magical place called HIA. It is an agency-slash-orphanage, where all orphans are allowed to work for their own living when they reach the legal age of 18. They were taking care of neglected children by adopting them, providing their needs, and by showing them the real love of a parent they were all longing for. To share and bring fun is what the HIA aims for. I know, right? It is indeed amazing to have met such a great place like this. Also, I’m really thankful to have met the most naughty and a little bit nice best buddy of mine. Omo, I really do miss him a lot.

"The girl is crazy. She always tried throwing herself at me. I told her no, you're a child. It's wrong. She would force herself onto me, trying to kiss me. I'd have no choice but to gently push her away. Something is very wrong with that little girl. She just needs the proper care at home, I believe. My wife and I tried giving her that, but I think she would be better in an all girls home. I don't want to press charges and I do hope you find her soon. The poor girl just needs some love in her life. She doesn't understand that wanting older men is wrong -" "She was a whore," my ex foster mother snarled into the camera. "Helen," I foster father warned her, but even I could hear that little war

“Tomorrow we’ll sneak out and sleep in the loft.” “Why did you have your own room?” I ask him. “Because my foster mother runs this group home. She’s spineless and turns a blind eye to everything. I’m moving in with Ransom next year. Want to come with me?” He sees the hesitancy in my eyes. “Don’t worry. The lady who runs this will still say you are living here. That woman owns me for all the abuse at the hands of her late husband. I protected her and the littles they fostered.”

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"I provide a roof over your head, the least you can do is try my chocolate chip cookies. I made them just for you." Yeah, I bet she did. I avoided eye contact as I hurriedly jogged into the kitchen and tried to swipe a cookie off the plate only to have my foster mom, the seventh I'd had in the past ten years, place her hand on mine and giggle. "There, there, isn't that better?" She was high again. I slumped my shoulders and begrudgingly sat on the chair, irritated that I was going to have to stay up until she passed out and make sure the rest of the kids got their homework done.

I ignored Melanie completely. I pulled the SIM card out of my smashed phone and raised my voice to the crowd. "The transfer agreement and even the property deed can be forged, but without my consent, the ownership details registered at the Land Records Office can never be changed. "Since you think I'm working with that couple, I'm offering a reward of 15 grand to whoever helps me verify my identity on the Land Records Office website. Check whether Unit 601 in Block 10-2 is under my name."

“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?”