The Fosters Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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—”

Only now, there were no secrets…. There was no denying I had missed my friends. I just hoped they missed me, and could forgive me. I nodded. “I think you may be right.” “Nico is now married with a young baby. And Freddie has just taken a chosen mate. So there would no doubt a lot to catch up on. I am sure the two of them would be delighted to know you have found a chosen mate too.” Dad said with a smile, as he glanced toward Presley. A chosen mate... Of course, that was what they believed she was. A wave of guilt flooded through me. I suddenly felt bad for lying. They had no clue that what they believed was nothing but a created story to gain my own way…

Even when they cleaned my room, I would sit silently in the armchair. By the time I eventually turned my phone on, messages flooded in. One from my mother, asking if I was okay. I ignored it. Did she ever care? One from my father also. As expected, warning me not to tarnish his image. I rolled my eyes and dismissed it. Freya sent messages, informing me she’d been officially crowned Alpha of Silverclaw. I felt a small warmth for her, she truly deserved it. Jessica also sent apology messages expressing she was sorry for not reaching out sooner ever since she left Duskfire.

"Don’t look for the resemblance; you will not find any. I was adopted. It’s nice to meet you, Kira." Even when she shakes my hand, I know the last thing she feels is pleased. A million possibilities have started swirling through my mind, from her thinking no woman is good enough for her brother to straight up being in love with him and seeing me as a competition. After all, adoptive siblings don’t have any genetic relationship and can marry. "Don’t mind me, I just like playing around," she assures me. "But I have never seen Rhys so protective over a woman before. You must have a golden vagina."

‎Still… I wasn’t going to miss this for the world. ‎We were already in the car when Reya spoke, her voice dripping with amusement. ‎ ‎“This is the first time you’ll be attending a family event without staying in the shadows. Does this have anything to do with a certain blue-eyed bottom?” ‎ ‎I didn’t answer. Adrian, who had been sitting in the front seat, whipped his head around so fast I thought he’d get whiplash. ‎ ‎Reya ignored my glare and kept going, smirking. “The boy Kai brought back to the penthouse the night of the club opening… is his witch of a stepsister’s fiancé.”

“No one claims them. Some say Lucian, while others say she came here already carrying them.” Already carrying them. My hands curled into fists at my sides. Five years. Twins. My blood turned blue “Get me a seat near the nursery at tomorrow’s games,” I said quietly. Kellan stared. “That area is for families.” “Then consider me interested in Shadow Fang’s idea of family.” ** Night settled over the valley with the smell of smoke and unfamiliar voices. I walked the outer paths alone, ignoring the guards Lucian assigned to trail me.. I found the nursery by accident--or by faith

Waddled up to the door of the Victorian on the bend. Their life seemed perfect. I suppose I was wrong. In any case, the Fosters were inseparable—even when she got older. They would waltz around town laughing; sit at cafes looking like someone ought to be photographing them for a perfume campaign. And it stayed that way for a while, mind you. Until Chloe climbed out from a Taxi—and this I saw through my kitchen window.

“I, Scott Walker, Alpha of the Blue Amber Pack, reject you, April Foster, Daughter of Jax Foster, former Beta of the Blue Amber Pack, as my mate and future Luna.” Ouch.