The Fosters Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Just one sentence: ***Ask Ethan what really happened to your foster father.*** ---

Therefore, striving one more time to break her, I shove her lightly on the shoulder, yelling, “Where are those pictures from? What are they? What did I do to deserve this, Stel?!” But I should've known that she would have a trick up her sleeve. To achieve her goals, my foster sister doesn’t hesitate to go down—quite literally. With a shout, she collapses dramatically, clutching her hand to her chest and crying out as if my hit had sent her flying. Having endured her theatrics since childhood, I know it’s all staged, but my horror deepens as everyone, including my own husband, rushes to her aid.

- Disdainfully, Foster crouched down, apparently with the intention of squeezing Gwyneth's cheeks, but her little girl was faster, running to hide behind his legs quickly. - Stay away from my daughter! – Logan snarled, furious, as he bent down to also take Gwyneth in his arms protectively – I'm warned you, Foster: stay away from all my family, or I will finally do to you what I should have done from the moment you dared to hurt the woman I loved so many years ago. And remember: now you have nothing left to blackmail or stop me. He stared at her hard as Hope began to shift uncomfortably in her arm, looking disturbed by the atmosphere around her.

I sink deeper into Nathan’s lap and close my eyes for just a moment, letting the warmth of their presence wrap around me like a second skin. I’m not a story of survival anymore. I’m the ending, and it’s a damn good one. This is the end, but I will be adding a few chapters in a week or two, that is in the future, that clear up questions about her foster mom, etc.

She said she only needed Scarlett, so he couldn't be a burden. “Just make sure to talk to her when you go back to college, okay?” Mrs Foster asked. “You can’t stay like this forever. You’ve been friends for many years. You can’t let a little argument destroy your relationship,” “I'll try.” Damian nodded. Mrs Foster rested her head on her son’s shoulder while she read the lyrics. “Have you chosen a title for this song?” “Yeah.” “What is it?”

“S-Stan…” He faced me again. “They are all evil, Blakely. I was in prison when your foster brother tried to kill our daughter. He sent me to prison after creating lies. And this…” He angrily pointed the knife at Hershey again. “This woman is a fake. She’s not your friend. She conspired with your foster brother because she wants you gone. Why? Simply because she likes your foster brother, who’s obsessed with 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?!"

(God's POV) "Who?" Victor Thorne's knuckles whitened against his desk. His assistant swallowed. "Foster... the Foster Pack. Alpha James Foster requests an audience about a potential alliance." Victor's expression shifted from fury to calculation instantly. He waved his pack lawyer away with an impatient gesture. "Leave us," he commanded, shooting Lucian a warning glare. Victor's mind raced. An alliance with the Foster Pack would be worth far more than any arrangement with the Bell family. Years ago, he had tried to arrange a mate marking between Lucian and the true Foster Pack heiress—a plan that failed when she vanished without a trace.

Damian asked. The stray smiled. "I'm still deciding, " he said. That was it. Damian turned away. "Lock him up, " he said. "Double the guards." The guards moved. They put the cuffs on. The stray did not resist. He did not struggle. As Damian walked out the stray called "Alpha." Damian stopped. “You should be careful. Whatever you're feeling lately?,” Damian turned around. Slowly. Dangerously. The stray smiled. Not big.

He could hear the eagerness to know the truth from his voice, the old man was damn eager to know the truth. "Yes." Nathan answered with his head bowed down. He peeped at Lizzy and saw her fiddling with the hem of her dress. "Well, this can't be. The both of you can't be mates, you are siblings and that doesn't work like that." "Foster siblings." Lizzy corrected earning a glare from her foster father. "And beside there is nothing wrong with foster siblings being mates. There is no rules against that, so why do you want us to break the bond when you know of this?" She furred her brows.