Foster Sisters Novels & Stories

Clearing her throat, Charlotte steadied herself before she pressed, “Go on.” With a sigh, Romy set her drink back down again. "Your mother,” her voice broke a little, the same way it always did when talking about Lotte’s Mom. “Janie... she wasn’t just my sister," Romy confessed. "We were foster sisters first… Her father was sent to prison for this and that - he died in there. My mother just couldn’t be bothered to even try to love me… Janie loved me. We were inseparable.” Lotte had already heard plenty of times in her life about how ‘inseparable’ her mother and her Aunt were. When she was younger, it had made her incredibly jealous of the other woman.

“It is what it is.” “Where’s your sister now?” “She married a doctor I think.” “You don’t keep in touch?” I asked. “No.” “I’m sorry,” I whispered. He kissed my temple and gave me another gentle squeeze. “When I was nineteen, my foster sister Annie called me… she’d been in the last place before I aged out and she was in trouble. She was drunk and some guy was smackin’ her around, so I got her out and took her home. What I found out later was that our foster father had been molesting her and child protective services did nothing about it.”

I say, proud of my mate. “His voice it deeper, but it’s mostly your eyes. They’re darker when it’s him and when the two of you are talking or arguing, they flash back and forth. It’s intriguing.” “You’re very observant, aren’t you?” She shrugs. “I had to be in foster care. Knowing what to expect from foster parents, foster siblings, the biological children of the foster parents, teachers, social workers, it was how I survived.” “You’ve had a tough life,” I say, sad that my mate has felt so lonely so much of her life.

My back seems to straighten on its own and I walk a little taller. With no idea what to expect, I’m not altogether sure how shocked I am at what I find. My mind goes far back into the recesses of my early memories, when I went to my first large scale foster home. Maybe most would call it an orphanage. They set me up in nice clothes, did my hair and took my pictures. Allegedly to get me the best prospective parents. Fat lot of good that did. My jaw drops a bit when I see several women in barely-there lingerie, posing like models. My hand instinctively moves to my belly, and I know good and well there ain’t no way!

she asserts. Emily crosses her arms; Noah lets out a laugh with a serious expression, then shakes his head. “We will have dinner at home. It doesn’t look good at all for a couple to separate this way, not to mention it looks very bad for you to stay at my brother's house as if you were a free woman. What do you think society would think? That would look completely wrong,” he says. “Do you want to know the difference? Being with your brother gives me a sense of peace and tranquility, not to mention he’s quite pleasant, which is the opposite of what I experience with you, of who you are,” she confesses.

Tash was very apprehensive at the beginning still grieving for her lost parents and the life she had known she was withdrawn and uncommunicative. When Kelly’s parents agreed to foster her, it was new to all of them so Social Services thought it would be for the best to put them on a three-month trial. It was standard procedure for new foster carers to give them the chance to adapt to having these 'problem' children in their homes. It made it much simpler so that if either the Carers or the Child had an issue that could not be worked out they did not get attached and could be moved on without a fuss and upset for either side. Tash was very lucky, Kelly's parents were wonderful and she soon gr

“We don’t want to keep anyone in these awful camps. We want to bring them into the city and are going to be asking for volunteers to host different families.” Isabel’s eyes narrow again, and I know she sees where this is heading. “I grew up as an orphan, Isabel.” I state abruptly, changing tactics. “I was in a group home with a lot of problems. But even before things got bad, I can tell you that I spent my entire childhood wishing for a family of my own. These pups need someone like you to care for and look out for them, but there are a lot of families with love to give, a lot of parents who have lost their own children. I think the best thing we can do for them is to place them with fosters

I called out, hanging the dress back up on a hook on the wall. The door pushed open and my brother stepped into the room. He was already wearing his tux for the evening and looking handsome. I smiled. We weren't actually brother and sister, but as far as I was concerned we were. Bastian and I were both foster children. When I came into the system, Bastian was the one who took care of me. My foster family had done their best to make us both feel welcome and loved, but it was Bastian who was my real family. We may not have shared genetic material, but I couldn't think of Bastian as anything but related to me.

I called out, hanging the dress back up on a hook on the wall. The door pushed open and my brother stepped into the room. He was already wearing his tux for the evening and looking handsome. I smiled. We weren't actually brother and sister, but as far as I was concerned we were. Bastian and I were both foster children. When I came into the system, Bastian was the one who took care of me. My foster family had done their best to make us both feel welcome and loved, but it was Bastian who was my real family. We may not have shared genetic material, but I couldn't think of Bastian as anything but related to me.

It looks exactly like the ones her foster mother gives her when she complains about life being tough. Tasneem's mother, Urshia was her foster mother's best friend so they are always together that is how her friendship with Tasneem tightened. So whenever Suhayr feels down and alone, she knows that home is where she will find her solace all the time so that is the first place that comes to her mind. Their time together in the house, be it luncheons, dinners and even picnic, girls night sleepover is there.