Fosters Stef Novelas e Histórias

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."

Leo mused. I gave him a tight smile. “Assuming the guy is still alive.” I played the recording. Foster cleared his throat and leaned toward her camera. “Brian Ross was hired to find and kill a specific blond-haired girl. After the kill, he went to the bar to celebrate, and he confessed to a few of his mates. His pals even went to the police with it. Of course, they were all drunk at the time, so the police didn't take their testimonies seriously… But I did. I spent months looking for the killer, and I found him in jail in Arizona.” Foster clasped his hands together. “I'm going there in three weeks. I will meet with him and make him talk.”

he thought. Once his phone booted up, a bunch of messages and missed-called notifications flooded his phone. His chest tightened, and he tapped on the messages. [Mr. Foster, have you seen the news today? I've seen it and lost all appetite for breakfast.] [Mr. Foster, what is your stance on Eric Santos? I don't understand. I'm in shock.] [Mr. Foster, are you not boycotting Eric anymore? Can we partner up with him again?] …

“Yeah, I know a few things about him.” Sebastian didn’t look away. His hand rested on the edge of his glass, his thumb moving in small, controlled circles. “Go on.” Charles sighed, glancing back at Elijah. “He’s a popular bachelor. Runs a private law firm: Foster & Grant. Comes from money, too. The Fosters are well-connected, old family, the type that shows up in magazines for charity galas.” He took a sip, pausing. “And from what I’ve heard, women tend to fall for him pretty easily. He’s got that… reputation.”

His scent was messing with my thoughts. What cologne was he even wearing? Carmelo lifted one thick brow, the arch disappearing into his messy dark curls. He let out a dry snort. “I’ve been through too many foster homes, Ria. I know how this goes. Getting to know me? Are you fucking serious?” I glared at him. Okay, Hailey—stop thinking about *that*. And definitely not *his*. “This isn’t a foster home, and this isn’t some drill—”

"Greetings, Sir. My name is Elisha Foster, daughter of the Foster family. It's my pleasure to meet you, Sir Elliott Winter." 'Clatter!' There was the sound of breaking glass which Diora accidentally touched. She then hastily covered his gaping mouth with both hands. Meanwhile, Bellona fell silent. She looked as pale and stiff as an ice sculpture. "Foster?" Aramis whispered. He still couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Are you the daughter of Tedris Foster?" Elisha turned around and smiled at him. "Yes, it is true. Tedris Foster is my father, and he is also the current head of the Foster family. Nice to meet you."

"Your foster sister in Clasold City...? Alison Forbes." Hayley blinked multiple times, trying to process his words before realization eventually hit her like a ton of bricks. Her eyes widened and her heart thudded against her chest in shock and disbelief."W- w- WHAT?!"

he yells behind me and even Lester joins in on the laughter. Fucking assholes. I storm away, my steps leading me to that one tiny human that always dare to challenge me. _ Amelia's pov " That was bad ass," Foster praises when he manages to catch up to me. I look at him and shrug. " We are to avoid him, right?" I mutter sarcastically, making him furrow his brows. " I thought we were all on the same page that him and his crew were bad news?" Foster eye me suspicously. " Unless you actually want-

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.

"What's your relationship with him? Stiles knows him too." "Like I said, a friend…a very good friend." I emphasized. I couldn't believe how stern I was sounding, but Isla didn't seem to have noticed it. She just seemed to be genuinely curious. Maybe, just maybe I was the one overreacting. She hadn't said anything to make me uncomfortable. "He seemed to know Stiles too," She shrugged. "According to Stiles, Bryan is umm…a mentor?" I forced a smile, trying to act nonchalant about the fact that she was asking me about Foster.