Novel & Cerita The Fosters Fanfiction

"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

Hera came crying and apologizing. "I forgive you Hera. Now please stop crying and update me." I sighed, I wasn't in a mood to hear any sorry's and missed you's. "Are you sure you wanna know?" she asked. "Of course, what do you mean by that? I'd surely want to know what's happening behind my back." I exclaimed. Liam and Hera went on saying about how they had..no, Ethan had promoted her to be beta and to my surprise proposed her to be the future Luna in front of our whole pack.

I needed to explain, to thank them, to tell them I was safe and that I loved them and that leaving them was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I grabbed my phone—the new one Aiden had given me since my old one was evidence in Theo’s murder case—and headed downstairs. I found my brothers in the war room, going over security arrangements for the festival. “I need Tom and Sarah here tomorrow,” I blurted out, before I could allow fear to stop me from speaking. My brothers looked up from whatever they were looking at, clearly startled. Aiden set down the map he’d been studying. “Tom and Sarah are your foster parents, yeah?”

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

his voice was low, almost dangerous, “you really think you won’t come crawling back?” I met his stare without flinching. “I’m done loving you, Caleb.” He flinched. His lashes lowered. And after a long pause, he gave the faintest nod. When the nanny entered with his crying pup, Caleb didn’t even glance at it. Instead, he stepped toward me, blocking every path of escape. His hand rose, brushing a strand of hair from my face with unbearable gentleness. “Quinn,” he murmured, voice almost coaxing, “whoever you bond with next… whatever Alpha you choose… I’ll help you win him.”

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—”