The Fosters Novels & Stories

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

"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."

"My name is Mrs. Jennings, and this is Mr. Cole. We’re from Child Protective Services." Panic skitters through me, fast and sharp. "Is something wrong?" Mrs. Jennings and Mr. Cole exchange a look that makes my insides twist. Mr. Cole adjusts his tie, like the truth is a little too tight around his throat. "Your foster parents were arrested early this morning," Mrs. Jennings says. "Drug trafficking." Foster? The words hang in the air like a punch I didn’t see coming. I blink. Once. Twice. "What?" She repeats it. Slower. Softer. But the second time doesn’t help.

she said, walking towards Keira. Keira whimpered and held onto her mom. Cassandra spoke calmly, but her voice was firm. “If you hurt my daughter, you’ll regret it.” Clara stared at her for a moment. “We’ve gone far past regret.” Then she turned around and left. Calla followed her and slammed the door behind her. — — — In the city, inside a private room at the company’s headquarters, Foster sat over a map. He looked tired. His fingers moved across different spots, abandoned buildings, airfields, forgotten military places. But none of them felt right.

"Because we are safe. We have extra food. We have extra beds. And we have extra love." "But where will he sleep?" "In the guest room," Mom said. "The one Uncle Marcus used." Ethan looked at the wall that separated his room from the guest room. That was his wall. He put his drawings on it. "For how long?" Ethan asked. "We don't know," Dad said. "Maybe for a little while. Maybe for a long while. Fostering means... we help him until he finds a forever family. Or until we become his forever family." "So he might stay forever?"

Everyone around me had paired up with the person they wanted to share a midnight kiss with, and of course, I was cuddled in my husband’s arms. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kelly wave at me. Foster had his arm around her, and his other hand over her burgeoning stomach. Her daughter was at home, but simply because it was an adult party, not because she was ill any longer. Her treatment had worked, but I wasn’t entirely clear on all the details. I didn’t know if she’d paid for it out of the money she earned on the island, or if Foster had helped her when he tracked her down a few months later after deciding he couldn’t live without her. I turned my attention from them back to Spencer as he

Mia asked. Doris looked at me like she wasn’t sure what to say or if it would be okay to continue. I hadn’t told Mia anything about Cathy’s parents, so I nodded at Doris that it would be okay to explain. "Foster is when someone takes care of a kid after their parents die or go away," Doris said. "Like Uncle Nathan?" Mia asked. "Because you were gone, and Daddy’s always away?" My heart cracked. "I’m not always away," I said sharply.

" I stop as I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I look up to see four men walking down the stairs, eyeing me as they take the last step. "You must be Nikkia." The first man stops as he speaks to me. Freya growls inward, letting me know to be wary. "Yes, I am. You must all be the elders." I say, standing myself up taller. Indeed. I am Luke. This is Theo, Cam, and Gavin." He says as he points the other three men. "We have a lot to discuss, shall we begin?" Luke walks over to the large, round table in the middle of the room, sitting at a chair as the other men follow his lead. I look to Talon. He offers me a smile of reasurance as he grabs my hand and leads us to our own chairs.

JOSH POV “Learning about the foster system and it’s ineffectiveness is the reason I chose to get my degrees in social work and early childhood development. When I was being scouted for pro teams during my junior year of college, I decided that fifty percent of my first pro contract was going to be set aside to start The Jay Taylor Advocacy Foundation for Fosters and Orphans. Other than being listed as the founder, my name isn’t a highlight. I wanted the foundation to be about the kids and their needs, not me. Not my fame.

“You guys were long-gone, why should I stay home alone on a Friday fucking night?!” Raul is a stupid cunt, I see his challenged brain slowly turning as he registers the implication. “You’re staying with these guys?” She slaps his arm as she cackles. “Yeah, they’re my new fucking foster daddies. Daddy Cain and Daddy Brian.” I reach a new personal low when my cock twitches. A really low fucking personal low. Daddy Cain and daddy fucking Brian. The gleam in her eyes tells me she’s not entirely joking either. There are no words for the clusterfuck she’s bringing into our once quiet country life.