Novel & Cerita The Fosters Fanfiction

“You know her daughter, you have scene her in passing Danny” “Ornias, how many times do I have to tell you my name is Daniel. Not Dan, Danny, or any other variation,” Daniel said, irritated! “And how could I know her daughter? I'm 347 years old.” “She is an Angel of the Damned,Lucy. Apparently Abigail abandoned the twins when they were born and they got shuffled around the foster system, until they ended up in the wrong one.” (Lukas was shot at 13, Lucy took her own life shortly after that.) I can only assume that Lukas went to heaven, I have never seen him before.” Ornais finished showing a picture of the twins when they were still alive.

"A few days after you were born, Luca and April, the young woman you saw him with yesterday afternoon, were out of town on a hunting trip when the monthly court hosted by their clan went wrong. What began as a normal night for all of us ended horribly when fledgelings—they are newly sired vampires—attending the court went on a rampage and attacked everyone in sight. They hadn't fed for days, and they were in bloodlust. It took our coven, a powerful spell, the Star of Chaos and a virgin's blood to end the terror. But in the aftermath, Julian, Luca's brother, and several members of their clan were eternally bound to their cellar, forsaken to wither and perish—" "The forsaken," Cadence whispere

My father, Alpha Zane, was the alpha of Blood Moon Pack, the strongest in the entire world and I was his only child, Mom had tried countless times after me but she just couldn’t have another and Dad was more than contended with me. “To Liam and Aurelia!” Everyone chanted in celebration and music filled the hall. My eyes instinctively dart towards the empty seats at the high table, right next to my parents, which had specifically been reserved for my foster brothers. “Where are they?” I mumbled to myself as my brows furrowed lightly. They were supposed to be here, I had personally sent out their invitation. I exhaled sharply, Kaelen, Rylan and Torin wouldn’t miss this… would they?

My favorite is "The Originals" My stomach mumbled and mumbled but I ignored it, keeping my face fixed on the TV. I was tempted to go to the kitchen and a grab a bag of popcorn and a can of coke but I had to stay strong, I don't think I can handle another round of beating. After the movie ended, I got up and waddled to the house feeling bored. I stopped right in front of Joshua's bedroom. The only time I got his room is when I usually clean it. I stepped right pass his room and decided to go the basement instead. The basement was a little dusty which means I won't have a hard time cleaning it. I brought the box that contains my toys and board games. Signing I placed the box back on the shelf

Ethan laughed coldly, shoving him forward until he stumbled right into Serena’s arms—Serena, clutching their pup. Caleb shoved her away hard enough to make the pup wail in fear. And as chaos spun around us, one thought slid quietly into my mind: Had I ever truly loved Caleb Grayson? The answer came just as quickly. It didn’t matter anymore. Ethan’s arm slid around my shoulders, his voice low and lethal. “You hurt her, you hurt me. Take your Luna, take your pup, and get out before I change my mind. You’re out, Caleb. You’ve been out for a long time. Stop pretending you still have a claim.”

They would have to pay, and she was looking for an amount far more than just five hundred kilos of gold. I didn't want to waste another second. I was ready to leave. Suddenly, someone shoved me hard. My lower back slammed into the corner of the wall so badly I couldn't get up for a while. Samson stood over me, glaring down with a face full of resentment and rage. "You made my mom kneel, Kelda? You've got some nerve!" After that, Samson only got bolder. The Fosters didn't just plan a grand party for the baby in a month. They started bragging about transferring the entire Foster Group to that illegitimate child.

"My identification is Kieran Foster. I am Joanna’s direct cousin and the designated heir to the Foster syndicate lines. I should have presented my credentials to the Whitmore bloodline sooner, but my schedule has been entirely consumed by our internal family restructuring." The moment the Foster name left his mouth, my internal temperature dropped to near zero. The brutal memory of Joanna’s taser frying my nervous system flashed through my mind with vivid clarity. "Your family’s execution squads just violated our sovereign borders. I have absolutely zero interest in entertaining a Foster broker. Clear out of my room before I alert the base guards."

“Why didn’t I realize that you’re this good before?” Sis Jasmine pretended to be mistaken and said, “You… You’re… Baby Robbie? Who was the person who died in the underground palace?” Her words completely drove Baby Robbie crazy. It turned out Foster Father had mistaken Jenson, who was in the underground palace, as him. Even so, Foster Father still did not show him any mercy. One could imagine how heartless their foster father was toward him. Baby Robbie was furious and continued slashing his palms. Sis Jasmine continued to dodge and smiled cutely at him. “I’m not fighting you anymore.” Then, she was about to find a path to flee.

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—”

The Foster family had one ironclad rule: there was no such thing as divorce. Marriage only ended in death. Everyone envied Karina Jackson for marrying into one of the wealthiest families in the country and living a life of privilege. But only Karina knew the truth. After seven years of marriage, all she'd ever gotten from her husband, Mark Foster, were cold, automated replies. Then one day, the daughter of the woman who had destroyed her family walked into her therapy office. That was when Karina finally woke up. Mark had never been cold by nature. He simply didn't love her. Even her own son took the other woman's hand and asked her the cruelest question of all. “Can Aunt Serena be