Foster Sisters Novels & Stories

"I flunked school when my mom could pay the bills no more. Been heartbroken trice before deciding guys are scum! I just got sacked when my freaking workmate framed me! The fuckers been asking me out and cause I turned him down, he felt getting me fired was the best way to get back at me. I was on my way to his house that night to straighten his crooked brain with a few punches and maybe one gunshot when boom..... The music from my headphones stopped playing and I was surrounded by darkness. The next thing I know, I'm here with a new mama and sibling. Been here five fu*king years. I'd turn 20 this year. " she finishes with a shrug and my eyes are wide open in disbelief. Her life was so tough!

They always treated her as their own and they never let her feel that she is not their own flesh and blood. Actually, Candice's foster parents were planning to adopt one more to be her sibling. But because her father's business suddenly failed, they slowly lose their money until they were left with no other choice but to sell their old house and live in a small studio-type apartment. Because of their situation, they already erased the idea of adopting another kid in their minds. They decided to focus on their situation first and how to make their lives more comfortable.

He had no time for himself. "By the way, Son, allow me to introduce you to Sister, his name is Fender Hearst. This man is one of the orphanage's supporters. The kids here adore him as well," she began, "And Fender, this two are noviciates Sister Blessy and Sister Anita. They're here to help in the meantime."

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

I really want him to be punished for his actions, I am so over his stalker tendencies. Though I was happy she was opening her eyes to her foster family. Hearing about how she was in charge of not only all the cooking and cleaning, but she had to do her half-sister’s schoolwork as well. There was also the fact that man, her foster father, had applied for monetary services and assistance from the government on behalf of taking care of Meri after her close dance with death.

In just one night, the eight-year-old boys were left completely alone in the world with two dead parents. After that horrible night, the twins were put into the government foster care system. Because they were poor orphans, they were moved from one bad house to another bad house. They never stayed in one place for very long. The social workers and the foster parents always tried to separate them. The adults thought the twins were too close to each other, and they thought it was unhealthy. But Alexander and Damien fought with all their strength to stay together. Whenever a family tried to take only one brother, they would fight, cry, and cause trouble.

Before that we’d always lived together, had the same friends, which weren’t that many, went to the same places, we were close. So close people we met would think we were twins, but I’m actually two years younger then her. We’re close as we are because we’d grown up in the foster system. We were of the lucky few that weren’t ever separated. I suppose it seems less daunting to people to foster two girls then say a girl and a boy, or two boys. Boys seem to get a hard wrap in foster care. That job, I told her nothing good would come from that job at the strip club, how I wish I was wrong right now.

He marches slowly up the seat on the opposite side of the table, ignoring my greetings as always. Offering a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, elder Felix starts by going round in circles with statements that do nothing but fill me with guilt. Reminding me that I'm nothing but a burden to the sect. In a clear context, the sect is like members of a group who believe in good deeds and being a source of hope to the hopeless. They own several foster homes scattered all over Crest-Elming, where they take in poor homeless girls like me, providing us with shelter, education, and support.

He could hear the eagerness to know the truth from his voice, the old man was damn eager to know the truth. "Yes." Nathan answered with his head bowed down. He peeped at Lizzy and saw her fiddling with the hem of her dress. "Well, this can't be. The both of you can't be mates, you are siblings and that doesn't work like that." "Foster siblings." Lizzy corrected earning a glare from her foster father. "And beside there is nothing wrong with foster siblings being mates. There is no rules against that, so why do you want us to break the bond when you know of this?" She furred her brows.

And when one of their kind couldn't control himself he ended up dying just by tasting her blood. Audrey had two foster sisters. They also didn't like Audrey. Why? Cause to them Audrey stole their beloved father and he always took Audrey's side. Ever since she was adopted. After class Audrey was about to leave, since class was over and it was almost dinner. "Hey Audrey." Josephine her sister called out blocking her path as well as her other sister they were twin so they were almost always together. "What do you want?" Asked Audrey without even sparing a look. "Nothing much, I just want you to cover for us." Josephine said