Foster Sisters Novels & Stories

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!

Noah retorts, bringing a smile to Lucas’s face. “I’ll let you go because I’m about to have a perfect night with my new friend,” Lucas says, clearing his throat. “Brother, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but not all women are like Isabel. However, if you say the nanny is interested in Leo, I must say that you’re only bringing women into your life who like to be all over the place. I’ll catch you later, brother.” Noah hangs up the call and looks out the window; he doesn’t see her around.

Tash was very apprehensive at the beginning still grieving for her lost parents and the life she had known she was withdrawn and uncommunicative.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

And when one of their kind couldn't control himself he ended up dying just by tasting her blood. Audrey had two foster sisters. They also didn't like Audrey. Why? Cause to them Audrey stole their beloved father and he always took Audrey's side. Ever since she was adopted. After class Audrey was about to leave, since class was over and it was almost dinner. "Hey Audrey." Josephine her sister called out blocking her path as well as her other sister they were twin so they were almost always together. "What do you want?" Asked Audrey without even sparing a look. "Nothing much, I just want you to cover for us." Josephine said

JOJO'S POV “The husband went to visit his estranged foster brother and his wife. He told them about his predicament and they decided to help out. They fertilized the wife's egg with the foster brother's semen and put the fetus in an incubator to grow. As the baby neared the time for hatching, The couple's sins started to catch up with them. So when the baby was delivered all happy and healthy, they dumped the baby on the door of the foster brother and his wife with a horrid little note that told them to take responsibility for the child.” Anita looks me in the eye, “Now, how's that for disgusting, child?” “Very disgusting.” I agree with a straight face but my heart is beating so hard, it fee

“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

Emma whispered, "Is my brother going mad?" "Since I was young, I was just a discarded child from my birth parents. I didn't know who I was or what my identity was. My foster mother found me outside the temple. There was nothing else on me when she saw me apart from that gem ornament. My foster mother devised a plan to conceal my background to prevent others from doubting my identity. She officially adopted me and gave me a home. Even though no one in the house likes me, I don't need that. I just wanted a family. What should I do now if even my foster mother is gone?" His voice grew softer.

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.