Novel & Cerita Wilt From Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends

Maryam was getting sweaty and shaky when she imagined the door opening and her foster parents walking through the entrance to greet her. Inside her heart, she wished she could do something to humiliate them and avenge herself for having to keep up with their crap for all those years. Especially when the greedy couple was getting paid by the government for keeping her. But the real bomb fell when the front doorbell rang and someone in the servants suggested that they were here. All the schemes of murdering her foster family rushed out of Maryam's mind and she felt sweaty again. "Mila, go and greet them. Take them to the living room." Abdullah's deep voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Mila

A few days ago, Karen had shown interest in inviting a friend to the party. Van tried to discourage her, but it was useless without revealing everything. "He saved me at the club and has been wanting to see me. This is the time to make it up to him," Karen insisted. To her, it was rude to just cut Wade off after helped her. Van was reluctant but eventually agreed after conducting a few more investigations about Wade. The foster family that had adopted him before tragically passed away a week later, and he was back in the system.

Aiden's Point of View Time passed, and the love between Wyatt and me continued to blossom, filling our days with joy and laughter. And as our story unfolded, a new chapter emerged—one that would forever change our lives. The sound of pitter-pattering footsteps echoed through our home, intermingled with giggles and the innocent curiosity that only a child possesses. Our son, Vj, filled our lives with boundless energy and immeasurable love. His presence was a testament to the beautiful union of our hearts and the gift of parenthood.

SEX IN A SUITE Santos poured another round of wine as their voices filled the cold air with laughter. “I can't believe that happened to you at the age of seven." He gulped down the contents of his glass. “Well, I was pretty mischievous growing up. That's why a lot of my foster parents didn't like me so much.” " But isn't that the point? To be a nice kid so you'll get a lovely family that would actually take you in for good?” He asked.

Zion lost his appetite the more he thought about it. I'm going to the bathroom. "Then, Zion got up and left the table." "Rita looked at Zion's back and asked Wisdom in a low voice, ""Wisdom, did I say something wrong?""" I don't think so as he's just going to the toilet. "Rita bit her chopsticks and said in a sad voice, ""I shouldn't have mentioned our foster father as both mommy and Zion will be really upset.""" "Rita, it's okay as you didn't do anything wrong."

'She should be concerned about herself, but she is actually concerned about me' he thought He gulped down the water, his nerves racing. "You haven't really told me anything about this foster dad of yours. So, do you want to talk?" He closed his eyes, rubbing his temples where a raging ache was forming. "Baron Walter is his name. He always had this sick smile on his face. Each time I returned home, I always had bruises and cuts on my body as a result of bullying. My foster mom was amazing. She was the loving mother I never got the chance to grow up with"

Yet, somehow, I could see the destination of my little self. I landed on the white sand on land surface, sobbing and crying a lot from the loss of my friend. “Little girl.” someone called out to me, as I cried. I looked up, only to see a couple. My eyes widened at this. It was my foster parents. What were they doing here? A creepy smile surrounded their face as my foster father bent a little, offering me some candies. “Now, don’t cry…” he said. “Here, this will make you feel better.”

"The girl is crazy. She always tried throwing herself at me. I told her no, you're a child. It's wrong. She would force herself onto me, trying to kiss me. I'd have no choice but to gently push her away. Something is very wrong with that little girl. She just needs the proper care at home, I believe. My wife and I tried giving her that, but I think she would be better in an all girls home. I don't want to press charges and I do hope you find her soon. The poor girl just needs some love in her life. She doesn't understand that wanting older men is wrong -" "She was a whore," my ex foster mother snarled into the camera. "Helen," I foster father warned her, but even I could hear that little war

James watched as Evangeline dropped the pretense and decided he would do the same. "Alright, I'll lay it out for you. The name's Foster, as in from the northern Foster Group empire. Evangeline is my niece. "Keep stirring the pot, and I won't hesitate to have you slaving away at a sewing machine for the next few decades. And if you fancy a more 'special' kind of hardship, say, missing a limb or two? I'm your guy."

Tabitha returned to her room to find Forrest and Ayla playing merrily. Ayla, like a little artist, had plastered Forrest's face with stickers of stars and moons, adorned his neck with her own little necklace, clipped earrings onto his ears, and even decorated each of Forrest's ten fingers with fake nails. Forrest, holding a magic wand in hand, muttered incantations, "Balala..." He was about to spin around to cast a spell when he suddenly noticed Tabitha standing by the door, his smile freezing on his face. With a hint of embarrassment, he quickly said, "Ahem, Ms. Hartley, you're back so soon."