Fosters Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Foster ordered his bodyguards and they all left the room. He then faced Kendrick. “I never went asking for their daughter’s hand in marriage. Mr. Fernandez came groveling asking me to assist his company with funding, promising to give his daughter to me as a wife.” Mr. Foster explained. “You could have helped out if you could, not destroy a young girl’s dreams.” Kendrick said.

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.

He doted on Emily, until now that their relationship as siblings has drifted apart because he stood up for me. I watched him defend Emily, buy her presents on her every birthday, while he avoided me. Though I didn't know my age, I accepted October 17 as my birthday, the day my foster mother had adopted me. But Mark didn't give me any gifts. Now he was confessing to liking me. What did he take me for? A fool? I knew that I was helpless, but I wasn't stupid. With the way Mark looked at me, I could already discern what he wanted: to sleep with me. Nothing goes for nothing, and since I wasn't his real mate, what would happen to me when he found his real mate? Would he still stand up for me? Or t

We kissed—soft, lingering—then stepped out. The halls were buzzing—students whispering, phones out, Fang alerts still pinging. #NicoExposed had climbed overnight—8.4 million views. New “leaks”: foster reports from 18–21, homeless period, arrests for trespassing, “aggressive behavior.” All forged or twisted, but spreading fast. We made our way to homeroom—third period. Celeste and Remy were waiting outside the classroom. Celeste—still in her Lakeside Rams hoodie and twin tails—looked young, but the power rolling off her silenced the hall. Remy leaned beside her—coyote grin lazy, eyes sharp.

leave my daughter alone.' And I'm like, 'What are you going to do to make that happen?' And she kind of hesitates, then she motions for me to follow her and she leads me into the basement. She starts stripping and says, 'I'll give you one go at me, and then you leave my daughter alone.' And I said, 'Sure, but if that's the case then I want to film it since I'm giving up a sure thing.' So Mrs. Foster thinks about it, and agrees and gets on her knees. I take out my phone again and start recording, and she blows me while I'm still covered in her daughter's juices. I end up fucking her too, and she's moaning like crazy and I'm spanking her and shit, and then I push way deep into her and tell he

turned facing the door and then smiled at the thought of him smiling at me. I hurried down the tunnel leading to the main house as I snuck my way running up the stairs. “What the hell?” I heard my foster father Bryson hiss angrily banging his fist on the table. I could tell he was in one of his usual heated arguments with one of his Pack Army. “How did any of that happen on your watch?” He asked. There had been a few attacks on the other army men who were assigned to the woods. I had that done anyway… I ran up the stairs and headed for my room as I had my clothes changed into my nighties almost immediately and just when I did, I heard my foster mum Rosa walk down the hallway leading t

Kobayashi gave Suzan one more look from under his lashes - I could have sworn he told us he came to the hotel on account of a donation from one of his investors. - Investors? - Suzan gasped, irritated – But we came here so he could get investors and...! - Realizing that everyone was looking at her with interest, Foster suddenly stopped talking, getting up from the table with a sour expression - If you'll excuse me, I think the drink made me sick. I am a little confuse. I'm going to bed for the rest of the night. - and so, without saying goodbye, Foster stomped out of the hall, probably in search of the groom who apparently no one knew exactly who he was or where he came from, including Suzan

Crystal Foster. Waiting anxiously for my daughter's victorious return - Bianca, I couldn't wait to see her attain the goal we had solemnly vowed to take after the death of my husband, her father Drake Foster, the rogue king whom the goddess had fated me a few years back… Okay, Let me catch you up with my story from where I found my fated mate at the boundaries of the moonstone pack after I was banished by that useless good-for-nothing Alpha calling himself Zack whatever his last name was.

Bella waited in quiet fear that Foster would give Victor more reason to change his mind than her strange behavior already had. “No, it will work,” he said without an ounce of hesitation. “It's just that it's going to set something else in motion, I think. She has plans for them both.” Victor listened, his hand covering his mouth like it always did when he was deep in thought. He'd picked that up from Ulric. “And by She, you mean the moon?” Foster nodded. “Well, thank you for letting us know. Is there anything else?” “No, that's it,” he said, clearly relieved of his burden. He sniffed the air. “Is there food?”

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.