Fosters Stef Novels & Stories

Foster didn't even look at the menu and said, "Just follow her lead." Hannah looked up at him and scoffed, "Copycat!" Foster lowered his head and washed the fork, his slender fingers resting on it, even making the fork on his cheek appear more noble. Realizing what she was looking at, Hannah forced herself to look away. She took out her phone and wanted to vent about this matter with Jessica and the others. Just as she typed a few words, she suddenly remembered that Jessica and the others didn't know about Foster's situation. She had no choice but to delete the words she had typed, and then she opened I*******m to see those glamorous fake socialites posting heavily edited photos that were un

Stunned, I turned to see Foster standing between us, staring down at his own hand in disbelief—as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. “Summer, I… I didn’t mean to. I didn’t—” His eyes were red, his voice shaking as he reached out for me, panic written all over the face that was usually so cold. “Does it hurt? I swear I didn’t mean—” “Alpha Foster!” Suzanna tugged on his arm, tears streaming freely now. “I was so scared…” She buried herself in his chest. Moore clung to his leg, big amber eyes brimming with tears.

If he was Young Master Foster, who were the four young men beside him? Among the younger generation of Wyverna, who else could stand next to Young Master Foster? The answer was obvious. Of course, they were the other four great young masters! "He's Young Master Foster?" The others in the banquet hall had finally come to their senses and reacted. Especially Evelyn, the organizer of the reunion party. She looked at Karl with a face full of horror, her voice softening as she said, "You… You're Mister Foster?" Her tone changed abruptly. She tried to ingratiate herself with Karl. "Oh dear, how could we not know each other? This is my son-in-law, Erhard Eastwood. Aren't you two good friends? Don't

Fated to Fall ________________________________________ Lora’s POV “I never wanted this.” Before I could stop them, the words were out of my mouth and I could not hide the sting in my voice. With my fate now in Revan, the Alpha of the Stormfang Pack, my hands were shaking. The weight of the circumstances was crushing me, and the tension between us felt as though it were an invisible power. The intensity of the air around us caused shivers in my body.

She reached out a hand and gently stroked the head of the lead stalker. “You’re not dangerous creatures,” she whispered, her voice like silk. “You're just hungry. And so misunderstood.” My jaw dropped as the nightstalkers—the most feared killers in our world—bowed their heads low to the dirt in front of her. My heart thudded against my ribs. It was exactly what happened to me. They had bowed to me too. She was an Aristea. She didn’t have to say it. I could see it in the way the world responded to her. She wasn’t fighting for control or screaming for respect; she just was.

Kieran had been staying at a cheap motel a few blocks away, showing up every morning with bags full of strange herbs he’d somehow smuggled from their realm. He’d spend hours teaching Frost meditation techniques to help control his shifts, sharing stories about their life in Winter’s Crest together, and a number of other things I didn’t really keep up with—it was working. Frost was remembering more each day; faces, names, events. Just yesterday he’d woken up crying, having dreamed about Sora’s laughter. The day before that, he’d spent an hour telling me about Lydia’s wedding—about how beautiful she’d looked and how happy Nether had been.

"This old man..." "Sir, how do we find Miss Carla?" Stuart said in one sentence. The happiness of successfully defeating Janna Rhoads was written all over Stuart's face. Her face turned dark. "Roger must know, he is Carla's foster father, treating her as a precious gem. Even if they had conflicts later because of his biological daughter, he would never easily send Carla back to her biological parents. He must know everything about them!" Janna Rhoads glanced at the horizon, letting out a sigh.

"Konechno, net, Kapo. YA by nikogda ne podumal poyti protiv vas. Tol'ko gryaznyy osmelilsya by poyti na voynu s Krestnym ottsom, i ya ne durak, ne zabluzhdaytes' na etot schet. Ostin Foster ochen' khitryy chelovek. On perekhitril menya kazhdyy raz, kogda ya pytayus' ostanovit' yego. On byl odnim iz nas, i on dostig polozheniya kapitana, poka byl zdes'. On obuchal svoikh soldat byt' sil'nymi, i u nego luchshiye iz nashikh lyudey, to yest' moi lyudi.

Marius Fletch stuttered. "You don't? Let me explain. My foster father." This was like another piece of bomb had been dropped on him. "Ahh.. I see you were aware of my foster father's involvement in all this? How quaint. That man must really trust you to have let you get to know the other players. My foster father knows nothing. But I..." Suddenly, Crystal stopped talking and cocked her head. And soon, another man stood in front of her. With a smile she looked up at her mate and grinned happily, " What do you think? I did well, did I not?"

I asked glaring at her. She looked at me with a defeated look. "We might be fucked.", was all she said. "Why?" "Did you know who that was?" She asked gesturing at his door. "My stalker." "He definitely has better things to do than stalking you. That, my dear friend, is the CEO of the biggest gaming company in Europe. Mr. Russell Richardson."