Fosters Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Let them. They’re stepping into our territory now." Foster’s gaze locked onto mine. There was fury in his eyes, yes—but something else, too. Possession. Entitlement. Suzanna clung to him like a trophy, her smile brittle as glass. Her lips moved, whispering something into his ear, and he gave a tight nod. I saw the flicker of pain in her eyes despite her mask of pride. Then Foster's voice cracked through the ballroom—loud and full of righteous fury. "This is outrageous!" Alpha Foster's voice boomed across the ballroom, silencing all conversation. "Summer is my Luna, my mate. This entire charade shouldn't even be happening."

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

“Oh, so she’s gone to the North. I thought I’d never see her again. Mom, you spoil her. Did she go visit her father, who is on a business trip? Seriously. She didn’t even wait until the gala was over, or tell me, for that matter. You should’ve told me, Mom. I could’ve gone with her instead of collecting the ring.” The Luna stared at her naïve son, overwhelmed by a wave of helplessness. She pushed his hand away and rose to her feet before uttering, “Fay’s never coming back. She’s going to mate with Alpha Damian Silver of the Northwind Pack.”

Hello my friends! I apologize for not updating this week. There were some unexpected, yet happy changes in my family and I've been with my family out of town celebrating. This time off is also helping me get my outlines for the final arc of Forsaken Mate. That's right, we are nearing the end of this story. I want to go out with a bang and make sure it is interesting for you all. I really appreciate all the support you've given me for my first GoodNovel story. I'll be sure to make a proper thank you at the end!!

I tried to move but his hand had snaked around my waist and was holding me in place. I was completely at their mercy. “Did you enjoy your foster brother touching you?” Torin added and my brows furrowed. What on earth were they talking about? “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Let me go!” I yelled, trying to shove him away. But Torin wasn’t listening, none of them were. His gaze was locked on me as he leaned in. His lips hovering near my shoulder. I squeezed my eyes shut, unsure of what to expect.

I slowly pulled the stake out of my chest and, with the last of my fleeting strength, launched it at Vanessa. "I failed you Vanessa, I'm so sorry," I said weakly as the stake went through her stomach. She turned around slowly, blood seeping between her fingers as she held her wound. I could feel the life draining from my own body. "So you aren't above stabbing your daughter in the back, huh? Unlike you, I refuse to die here." She said. "You will die tonight, Vanessa. I tried to shield you from the horrors of the world, but now you are one. I blame myself for that. I truly do love you Vanessa." I said weakly as tears flowed freely down my cheeks.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

“Crescent imports the same resin in lean winters.” Balor’s jaw flexed. “And Silver Haven trades for it when they can’t harvest their own. Do you want to accuse three packs to save time?” “I want to follow something,” Tristan bit off. “Then follow her,” Lefu said suddenly, and all three turned to him. The Celestia Alpha lifted his eyes; in their black depths a steady light gathered. “We sit on maps and forget our wolves are threads in the same loom. Four bonds were forged—unorthodox, blessed, binding. Pull them taut and you can feel a direction.”

Randall would have instead joined me in the hotel room, then I wouldn’t have been mad and then, in turn, Cassey and I wouldn’t have been jealous of Candace. I wipe the tears from my face and sit up. Either way, I look at it. Annalise is the problem in my life and she needs to go. I then reach over and pick up my phone to see a missed call plus a text from Sam. I open the text. “Beta Angus of the Nightstar Stalkers pack can be contacted at 4703 6608 6569. I don’t know what you are planning girl, but be careful.’ I smile as I copy the number and then press send. I am not surprised when he answers with a growl,

The twins, their eyes wide with interest, cuddled closer to their guardians, eager to listen to the story. Aveline and Killian, their voices interweaving just like the strings of an embroidered artwork, wove a story of two wolf pups, born beneath the Blood Moon, who had uncommon powers. They talked of the challenges the twins faced, the trials they overcame, and the unbreakable bond that guided them through haziness and threat. As the story unfurled, Liam and Luna tuned in eagerness, their creative impulses lighted by the stories of strength, cherish, and give up. They saw themselves within the characters, their own powers reflected within the story's enchantment.