Foster Sisters Novels & Stories

he asked to deflect conversation from himself. “Hitting close to home, h’m?” she said as she returned to slicing a loaf of bread. She arranged them on a large platter and went to slice another. “Several generations. My parents’ parents, came with very little—a few sheep, a few seeds, determination and grit. I inherited what our family has wrought with their sweat and labor until others now labor and depend on us for their livelihoods. That young maid,” she nodded to the girl slicing cheese at a table beside the hearth, “is the daughter of one of the men who farm our land. He is a widow, so she comes to learn how to run a household by helping prepare meals for the men who till and toil on the

"Just the one. And she's actually my foster sister's best friend. She's just really easy to be around. " His brows shot up. "You have a foster sister? " "Two. " I paused. "Do you have siblings? " "Yes. She's still in primary school, but she's great company sometimes. " "My foster sisters are twins. " He pushed his built shoulders off the wall, going back to sit on the bed and he waved me over with a flick of his wrist. "Tell me more. "

Patricia said without looking away. Lidya immediately approached her and hugged her sadly. "You are still our daughter, Patricia," Lidya said once again. "Mom, there can't be two daughters in this house. I'm a nobody anyway." "Don't be like that. If you leave, then Mommy Doesn't want to live anymore." Audrey's heart shook when Lidya said that to Patricia. She had never felt such love from anyone else for her. Even her foster mother had always treated her harshly. So now when she knew who her biological parents were and hoped to get affection, again Audrey had to swallow a bitter pill. Her life was not destined for happiness.

Mia asked. Doris looked at me like she wasn’t sure what to say or if it would be okay to continue. I hadn’t told Mia anything about Cathy’s parents, so I nodded at Doris that it would be okay to explain. "Foster is when someone takes care of a kid after their parents die or go away," Doris said. "Like Uncle Nathan?" Mia asked. "Because you were gone, and Daddy’s always away?" My heart cracked. "I’m not always away," I said sharply.

But we were separated to different foster homes because I was too young to raise my siblings, and Effie couldn't live with our aunt in the Philippines because of her tantrums. I lived with a lovely old couple, John and Addy Ferguson. They are around their seventies, and their children already have their own life. They feel lonely sometimes. So when social services planted me in Ferguson's home, they welcomed me with open arms. I was skeptical at first because the Fergusons are strangers to me, and I learned from too many dramas that living in foster homes can be scary. They tried to open up to me by being kind and gentle, but I still didn't trust them. Over sometimes, while doubting they wer

he asks, heading right between them to break the contact. “Having fun,” Anna sneers and laughs right through it. “You guys were long-gone, why should I stay home alone on a Friday fucking night?!” Eddie is a stupid cunt, I see his challenged brain slowly turning as he registers the implication. “You’re staying with these guys?” She slaps his arm as she cackles. “Yeah, they’re my new fucking foster daddies. Daddy Riven and Daddy Kennedy.” I reach a new personal low when my cock twitches.

he protested, his voice rising in panic. "Actually, Officer, they would have been separated regardless of which hospital they went to," Michelle stated with cold, bureaucratic detachment, pulling out a clipboard. "It is incredibly difficult to place siblings. Most emergency foster parents will only take one baby at a time - especially newborns requiring round-the-clock care. The sad reality of the system is that they'll probably never even know the other one exists." "Bosley," the captain's voice cut through the room like a whip. "Don't get attached. Push your personal feelings aside and let this lady do her job. It is entirely out of our hands."

And those people, the Beech family, were the monsters. Justin and Lela Beech were the kind of foster parents that people make horror movies about. You know the psychological horror where the villains hide in plain sight and no one ever suspects them. The kind of horror movie that either ends with a survivor making it out and stopping them, or that ends with no survivor to tell the truth. They collected foster kids like Pokémon cards. And honestly, it’s not a far-off comparison as they used us for their own ends.

The mere mention of his sister was enough to stir a rare wave of emotion within him. “Master Fox, I discovered that twenty years ago, the baby girl that the Fox family smuggled out ended up in an orphanage on the outskirts of Grayvale. Around five years later, the orphanage shut down, and all the children were relocated. The girl was reportedly adopted by a couple who took her out of Honora. Unfortunately, her whereabouts now remain unclear,” Zion said in a steady voice. Dustin’s brows relaxed slightly. Learning that his sister might still be alive filled him with a surge of hope and excitement.

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re here, Luce.” “Me too,” Lucy breathed. Lucy had it rough. During Ruby’s time at the academy. She had gotten to know Lucy a lot. They arrived around the same time and after they were tested separately for a week and placed in their dorm as roommates, they became fast friends. Lucy grew up as an orphan and she was thrown into foster care after foster care. When she turned 9, she was put in the last foster home she could remember. Her foster mother had no business being a foster mom and was incredibly abusive, the same with her husband, Lucy’s foster father. They were heartless individuals who only wanted Lucy for the foster system’s money.