Foster's Home For The Imaginary Friends Novels & Stories

her voice sprinkled unease on my chest. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop over before going home,” I informed. ***** Their home smelled of the same cinnamon and warmth that had welcomed me years ago when I came from the orphanage. I smiled as I remembered the memory of that young lad. They sat me down in the living room, their expressions cold, which made me more worried than I was driving here. “What’s going on?” I asked as I sat, my chest tightening. My foster father exhaled, staring at me as though he was searching for the right words. I stared back at both of them, confused.

"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

Seth flushes, but Levi just grins. “So you going home to Yellowstone for the break?” Levi asks. I shake my head. “My foster family has moved up here with me and my brother, so we’ll spend the holiday here in Westchester. The pack is too far to go home to just for the week, and my foster dad has work.” “Oh. I didn’t know you were fostered,” Levi says, eyebrows raised. “Yeah. My brother, Bastion, and I lost our parents when we were little. We were cared for in an orphanage. But then a few years ago we were placed with a foster family.” I smile, imagining what life would have been like if that had actually been my life.

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.

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.

“You have it bad, don’t you?” “I do,” I sighed. “It’s almost time. I will go get her. Please do not run around and start a fire again.” “Good luck! Don’t piss your pants. And that was one time, Khalid,” Zayed called out to me. “One time!” I walked past the crowd, smiling and greeting anyone who talked to me with awe on their faces. The foster house was in much better shape. I had paid to get it renovated with fresh beige paint, colourful walls in kids’ room, new furniture, floors and an extra playroom and library. It felt like home when I decorate it with volunteers the day before. Putting flowers in the vases, framing few paintings and posters with pictures of foster kids with their forever

I needed to explain, to thank them, to tell them I was safe and that I loved them and that leaving them was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I grabbed my phone—the new one Aiden had given me since my old one was evidence in Theo’s murder case—and headed downstairs. I found my brothers in the war room, going over security arrangements for the festival. “I need Tom and Sarah here tomorrow,” I blurted out, before I could allow fear to stop me from speaking. My brothers looked up from whatever they were looking at, clearly startled. Aiden set down the map he’d been studying. “Tom and Sarah are your foster parents, yeah?”

My mother and father smiled and nodded at them, and I started to lead them down the pathway through the forest. It wasn’t long till we reached their new home, it wasn’t too far from mine and Jane’s, this is the home I’ve always planned to give them. I wanted them to live close to her. We stopped, and I looked at the two. “This is your new home, Jane and mine is just over there. Close enough that she won’t have to miss you again.” I said pointing to our home. “This is beautiful, thank you.” Mrs. Foster said. Mr. Foster looked around for a moment, taking it in, before his attention shifted back to me.

That you have a detestable creature like me in your life She pulled me close and hushed me. “Shh.. Shh.. Don’t cry. Okay, I will tell you. Just calm down.” She rubbed my back. I sniffed and wiped my tears, calming down gradually. “I.. don’t know what exactly happened to him but… do you remember when we met I told you we live at a foster home.” I wiped my tears and blew my nose, “Yeah… That old fat guy I hate the instant I saw him?” I nodded.

Not his friend Humii. I am sidra.21 years of age and I don’t have a biological family. My parents and siblings passed away 11 years ago. I live in a quiet place which is the outskirt of Qamarstan and is called Jayda Rabia. The principle here is my foster father and I have one foster brother who is some years older than me.That is all about me. I looked up at him and saw pity in his eyes.