Foster Sisters Novels & Stories

The rest would stay and get to experience the cycle again. My foster sister ran away and I didn't know why. Not at first. A year had passed now and my foster parents had become Sober again. Smiling faces, kind words, never missing church. Two more kids came to join us, making four. Two girls this time. The period of peace lasted longer, maybe four months, during which another kid was adopted. And then the cycle began again.

"But that makes her my sister because she was taken in and adopted by my family. We cared for her. We raised her. Legally and by pack law, she's my sister." I stare at him in disbelief, my stomach twisting as the words leave his mouth so effortlessly. The room falls into an awkward silence as Ronan turns his gaze to me for a brief moment, and I subtly shake my head, letting him know it's a lie. Ronan lets out a laugh, but there's no warmth or humor in the sound, only ice-cold amusement that sends a chill down my spine. "Foster sister," he repeats softly. "Interesting choice of words."

I've even moved states after one family sent me on a long train trip all to get rid of me so they could claim I ran away and then find me for some kind of prize money. The city turns to trees and grass and yes horses and cows, even goats and sheep as we drive for what feels like hours. When we finally stop it's almost dark and the house looks like one of those old ones you see in western movies. "This is Judlyn Family, and they will be your new fosters" the social worker says with a bright fake smile. "Well come on kid it's getting late and suppers getting cold" the man says and takgs my bag from the social worker while I follow the lady inside.

he declared with authority as if he holds the future. On the evening of her birthday, the whole orphanage celebrated with her, the party was organized by Ma'am Cindy and Ma'am Sophie. They were like their real mothers. They treated each of them with justness. Everyday they kept looking for foster parents for every orphans. They desired to provision home for homeless, parent to parentless. Although it injured them to witness the children left but it is for their own good. They ought them to live a life they deserve.

I nodded. “That’s right. I’ve been curious. How do you do these things” “We worked together” “As secret agents?” she shrugged. “That’s what I like to tell people but we grew up together in foster care. And when we were old enough, we used our skills to survive” “Foster care? What? But Vera is your grandmother” she nodded.

She was processed as a Jane Doe and sent to a medical school for dissection, the only useful thing she ever did. Vanessa's foster parents didn't fare much better. The Carter Group boxed them in at every turn and the Bennett Group didn't last long. The money ran out, the company collapsed, and the debts piled up. I took back the house and every property that had been given to them. Her foster mother knelt in front of me and begged, crying and wiping her nose. "Sandra, I'm your grandmother! You can't do this to me!" I looked down at her face. It meant nothing to me.

Foster Home 1 I stepped out of the social worker's car, my backpack slung over one shoulder, and stared at the house in front of me. It was a nice place, two stories with a wraparound porch and flower beds blooming bright in the afternoon sun. Not like the group homes I had bounced through for years. At eighteen, I was aging out of the system, but they said I needed stability before I went off on my own. Mark and Sarah Thompson were my last shot. The social worker, Ms. Ramirez, patted my arm. "They seem nice. Give it a chance, Lila."

My mother's eyes shone with tears as she held them close, her heart overflowing with gratitude. "I can't begin to express my debt to you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You took in a lost, scared child and loved her as your own. You gave her a home, a family, and a sense of belonging. I'm forever grateful." My foster parents' eyes welled up with tears as they hugged my mother back, a deep emotional connection forming between them. They had loved me as their own, and now, they were embracing my mother, their love and gratitude bridging the gap between them.

I'm not a killer or anything, I'm just a girl who's been through enough shit. Even though the state paid my adopted family to take care of me, they didn't at all. I had to prepare my meal in most of the households. Margaret had done the best she could to find reliable and healthy foster families for me to live with, but they would save their true intentions for when the paperwork was finished and filed. She is a really sweet woman that has always treated me with kindness and respect. Sometimes It felt like she was more of a mother figure towards me than anyone else has ever been. It's stupid to say, and I know she was just clearly doing her job, but as a child, I really needed and appreciate

Although they would be watched very closely and if their entitled attitude was to return then they would be removed instantly and spend the rest of the weekend in a cell. I smiled as I saw my father and ma standing speaking to my foster parents. I had learnt that Teresa and Jeremy, although human, were sent by the moon Goddess to act as my guardians, and I couldn't have been happier to have been gifted with two such wonderful people to bring me up. My father had been indebted to them for looking after me and offered them a place in their pack that they had accepted. I approached them and hugged them all. "Pappa, Ma, it is so good to see you again," I said, hugging my father and Olivia.