Foster Sisters Novels & Stories

No one knew where she was or what she was doing; no one could find her. I spent my life in foster homes, group homes and halfway houses. Bet you didn't know that, did you? When you're older, after your foster parents stop caring for foster children and you're too old for group homes, they put you in halfway houses with kids who are mostly criminals. There's just no room for you anywhere else.

"But you're still my family. I treated you as my little sister. My parents treated you as you're their daughter. I know we were the same age but I've been wishing you would call me a 'brother'. And it happened. But please don't think that I didn't treat you like my own family." "I never said that you didn't treat me like your own family. You're the one who just said that," I said coldly. I built my imaginative wall. My foster parents, whose parents adopted me and treated me like their own daughter, and Storm, treated me like his little sister. He never had any siblings. They said I came from another pack they didn't know.

"It was a lot of words, and they kept blurring together so I just decided to go to bed and wing the whole meeting." Zypher shook her head at me even though she was smiling. "I understand you. I suffered that when I was still leaving with 'the sisters'. I had to read up on files for upcoming missions. It was hectic." "Sisters? You sound like a bunch of witches or something like that. Do you guys have like a sisterhood of some sorts?" "Yeah. It's a sisterhood for abused women who went through a lot." That piqued my interest. "Explain to me how everything works."

She asked her, with an innocent look on her face. Her foster sister let out a scoff after which she folded her hands to her chest and started walking around the room. “I see what you are doing. You want to get the affection of my mother so that she would start seeing me as a pest, even if I’m her real child!” Her foster sister declared and for a moment, Amelia thought that she didn’t hear correctly. “What?” Her foster sister walked over to her and grabbed her on the neck, while Amelia struggled to get her grip off her neck.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

"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."

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 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