The Fosters Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I don’t know why you are telling me this.” She sighed. “Charlie, the Foster family isn’t normal. They are dangerous and powerful.” He shifted in his chair. “I know that. And Mr. Foster is fair.” “I’m sure he is,” she replied. “Right now.” “What does that mean?” he asked. “It means,” she said carefully, “that as long as you are useful, as long as you’re loyal, as long as you don’t complicate things…you’re safe.” His stomach tightened. “Safe from what?”

“They can’t order me to love again.” His tone made my chest tighten, and I didn’t know why it hurt to hear that. He continued walking and I kept wiping the same table over and over, pretending not to listen. The maids started whispering as soon as he left. “They say he killed three warriors last winter.” “They say he doesn’t sleep.” “They say he still sees his dead fiance in his dreams.” By evening, the mansion glowed with light, banners hung on the walls and the smell of wine filled the air. I was sent to the hallway near the Alpha’s office to serve drinks, and my steps were quiet.

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."

" Over the next two days, Marissa did exactly what she had done in my previous life. She pushed Sophie's image everywhere. In just forty-eight hours, the story that the Foster family had found a lucky charm spread through Harbor City's elite circles. Sophie didn't understand matches. She didn't read data. She relied on intuition alone and still called World Cup scores with perfect accuracy. Rumors exploded. "A girl in her twenties who doesn't even understand soccer? A lucky charm? That's absurd." "Has the Foster family lost its mind? They're really considering handing the book to the daughter of the second wife?" "Doesn't the eldest Foster son have anything to say? He's the first wife's legi

‎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.

They accompanied Alexander and the kids to the amusement park to keep an eye on the kids but she knew they want to have fun with the kids. “Don’t remind me those stories. Ahhh! I remember Lisa breaking up with me because I was cheating on her with you. Then Naomi, Irene, Victoria and the rest tried to make me stop talking to you. Oh did I mention you that mummy and daddy encouraged me to date you and leave my playboy lifestyle?”, he voiced out in amazement. Alice could understand where his foster parents are coming from, Carlos was a certified playboy and a womanizer. Much to her surprise, almost all the ladies he went out with had an issue with her being so close to him. Carlos never dated