Foster Sisters Novels & Stories

"I thought you had to be married to be a foster parent? Isn't it a requirement or something?" "Nope," she says shaking her head back and forth. "There are too many kids in foster care and not enough homes for them. At this point, as long as you aren't a pedophile, child protective services welcomes just about anyone to foster. Plus, you'd be surprised how many little girls are so afraid of men because of the abuse they've gone through that they can't live with one."

As she applied ointment to Emily's injured knee. “What can you tell me about his sister?” “I don’t know much except that she’s his foster sister…” “Foster sister?” “Yes, her family took him in when he lost his mother. They were his neighbors… She has a brother that is his best friend and business partner. They are two peas in a pod,” Mrs. Heather added. “How old was he when he lost his mother?” Emily tilted her head and raised her eyebrow. “I can’t say, but he was quite young from what I heard.”

Leaving Randy to contact his sister and make arrangement for her to come take Phidelia to live with her. **** Phidel was sitting by herself on the bed, staring at her feet still crying when Phidelia walked in. She stopped in her tracks at the door, staring at her sister for a short while before gliding over to her. "Phidel." she called, settling beside her. "You don't need to blame yourself. See, I'm fine now. Moreover, this is not your fault. I'm just going to stay with Auntie Emma. We can still call each other and hangout at times. Okay?" she draped her hand around her shoulders slightly shaking her.

For the last 2 years I’ve managed to stay in the same house, but it’s been… Challenging… I’m the oldest of 3 foster kids, which means I’m the one who gets the most shit from Florence and Winston or as we call them ‘jerks who just want the money’. They are two of the most uncaring and pompous assholes I’ve ever come across. They didn’t have the room to take me in when they did so they transformed a small storage room under the stairs to the attic for me to stay in, I guess they were fans of Harry Potter, and all because they wanted the extra money that came with taking me in. They knew I was old enough to take care of myself and I guess it was a win-win in their eyes.

I ask, wondering if it's just a model or if there's more there. “Her name is Lucretia. She is our foster sister.” “You never told me you had a sister.” “Foster sister. She'll be attending Crescent next Spring. She's a hybrid, genetically confirmed. I'm very worried for her.” He turns to me. “If it weren't for you, I would be more worried than I am. You're making this place safer. You know what it's like, you'll look after her, won't you?” I'm incredibly touched. I can see the anxiety on his face. “I would be honored to befriend your foster sister,” I tell him, making sure to use the right term.

Knight was good friends with a judge that pulled some strings and made it where we would be able to move in with them the next day. I decided to take a shower after they left. While in the shower, I couldn't help but think about Mr. and Mrs. Knight. I wondered if I was doing the right thing, moving my sister and me into their home. They seemed like friendly people, but most of the foster families I have stayed with seemed nice as well. Don't get me wrong, many of them were nice, but some were horrible. They would put on a show in front of the nuns and social workers, but they turned into something evil once they were gone.

I asked. "My sister, Isobel Fanning, was a maid to Luna Ashley, who was nice to her. She wanted the good things in life but unfortunately couldn't get them. So, she saw the opportunity to do so when she and the Luna put to bed on the same day. She switched the babies out of jealousy, and she wanted hers to have everything that was supposed to be yours." "Isobel!" My mother grimaced, her voice distant, but I heard her. "That's the truth, my lady," my foster mother said. I let go of her hand, and she gasped, clutching at her throat. "What are you doing to me?"

"This goes beyond our personal grievances, Mrs. Johnson. My foster mother has been my guiding light, my rock. She selflessly raised me, working multiple jobs and sacrificing her own well-being to provide me with opportunities. Now, when she needs me the most, I can't stand idly by and watch her suffer. Please, find it in your heart to help us." As I spoke, memories of my foster mother flooded my mind, each one etched with love and gratitude. I recalled the late nights she spent working overtime, her tired eyes and weary smile, all for my sake. She had believed in me when no one else did, supporting me through every obstacle and setback. Her unwavering faith had fueled my determination to suc

“Her foster father is dead. He was found by my boys lying lifeless, I guess he got involved in a nasty fight which cost him his life.” I snickered. “What other news do you have?” “About the relationship between your fiancèe's biological mother and foster mother. He paused and took a quick sip from his drink. They are sisters.” “You kidding right.” I eyed him doubtfully. “You know me too well, I don't shit around.” "What do you mean they're sisters?" I asked, my mind racing with unanswered questions. "What part of they are sisters don't you get ?” Kacie's biological mother and her foster mother are siblings. They share a family bond, Zayn," Jack replied, his expression turning more serious.

They liked me and was even generous enough to adopt me and make me their son. I assumed I was going to be their only child, but it came as a surprise to me when I realised that I had a foster sister. She looked so tender and soft while begin held my her mother's hand, I was introduced to Freya that day and my foster parents made me promise to look after their daughter and my foster. I might be their step son, their love and outmost dedications is so strong that, at time; I can sense that they love me more their own daughter.