Fosters Characters Novels & Stories

He really couldn't stand Lucas' arrogance. "Ah!" Foster yelled loudly and pounced towards Lucas. "Dad!" Seeing this, Kasey became anxious. She naturally knew that her father was not Lucas' opponent. Looking at the approaching Foster, Lucas couldn't help shaking his head. In front of him, Foster was simply too weak and pitiful. "An ant." He wondered why nonentities were always unaware. "Ah!" Suddenly, one could only hear Foster release a loud cry. Then he flew outwards, landing heavily on the ground. His inner organs were in complete chaos.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

A worried expression crossed his face, and his brow furrowed. He would not have noticed if it had been any other northern clan, but the Fosters were not a typical family. Eldon Foster, the old patriarch, was a formidable figure—a martial titan among men. Even Alexander would have to think twice before crossing him.

James watched as Evangeline dropped the pretense and decided he would do the same. "Alright, I'll lay it out for you. The name's Foster, as in from the northern Foster Group empire. Evangeline is my niece. "Keep stirring the pot, and I won't hesitate to have you slaving away at a sewing machine for the next few decades. And if you fancy a more 'special' kind of hardship, say, missing a limb or two? I'm your guy."

Foster said with a disgusting look on his face. “No, I didn’t do anything.” Charlotte denied. “I heard every single thing you told my son today, still want to lie?” Mr. Foster said coming close to her. “Don’t come close.” Charlotte screamed in tears. “I won’t come close to you. I have a gift for you rather.” Mr. Foster said. “I don’t want your gifts. I only did the right thing, you’re misleading Aiden. He’s a nice person.” Charlotte yelled. “Are you telling me what do right now?” Mr. Foster slapped her across the face. Charlotte cried so much. Her cheek burned from the sting.

"Hahaha! You don't have to console me. I can take it. Besides, I do agree that your sisters are really pretty." "You are of a different style than they are. There's no point in comparing," Hayden said. "Looks might matter, but that's not what matters most. Your personality is what distinguishes you from others." "Yeah." During the weekend, the Fosters held an extremely grand party and both Austin and Audrey were the stars of the party. Ivy smiled as she watched everyone fight one another for a chance to hold them.

He is angry with me, but he understands. I spent the next few minutes killing a rogue, which was when I saw Foster creeping from behind Millicent. “The coward had been hiding all this time. Letting everyone do the dirty work. He hasn’t changed one bit,” Matty emphasizes. Foster sprints toward Tala. It takes longer than expected to kill the rogue I am dealing with. But when I have, I rush to inject. As Foster is focused on Tala. He doesn’t see me coming. Not until the last second. Which is when I headbutt his stomach. A snicker escaped me as I watched him fly through the air and land with a satisfying thud.

“I don’t know why you are telling me this.” She sighed. “Charlie, the Foster family isn’t normal. They are dangerous and powerful.” He shifted in his chair. “I know that. And Mr. Foster is fair.” “I’m sure he is,” she replied. “Right now.” “What does that mean?” he asked. “It means,” she said carefully, “that as long as you are useful, as long as you’re loyal, as long as you don’t complicate things…you’re safe.” His stomach tightened. “Safe from what?”

Not the desired result she'd been hoping for but it was a start. "Names and make it quick. I don't have all day." The sandy haired male swallowed loudly but squared his shoulders. They looked around eighteen; young men rather than little ones. "I'm Foster; this is Squid, Moose and Dawg." He indicated his friends as he spoke. Freya's eyebrows rose sharply as she stared at them. She seriously doubted their parents had named them anything so ridiculous. They had most probably picked the names for themselves thinking it made them special in some way. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell them just how stupid the names were but she took another deep breath instead and bit down the urge.