Is 'Foster' Based On A True Story Or Real Events?

“Daddy, please don't stop..." I begged, aching for one more thick finger stretching my dripping pussy. ** There are two mistakes a girl should never make. One: comparing your daddy’s best friend’s cock to your boyfriend’s. Two: actually fucking him. I did something worse. Daddy told me to email my résumé to his best friend because I’d been jobless for months. Drunk and reckless at 2 a.m., I sent Troy Reynolds something else instead—high-definition nudes of me spreading my soaked pussy, my tits squeezed together, tongue out, and begging for his cum. I knew it was wrong. I’d wanted him since I was seventeen. But the universe handed me the match… and Troy lit the fire. He never forgets. Now he wants me. He wants me dripping with his cum, claimed, ruined, and marked with his name on every inch of my skin. He wants me crawling to him on my knees. He fucked me. Then he hired me—not as his intern, but as his personal slut. His eager whore. His favorite fucktoy and willing little plaything. And every time he buries himself deep inside me, he makes me moan the one word that seals my fate. “Daddy.” This is a box—a wicked little treasure chest overflowing with daddy kinks. K-I-N-K-S that twist and tease in the darkest corners of desire. Inside, you’ll find forbidden daddy taboo stories dripping with raw power and aching submission, where boundaries dissolve and hungry hands claim what’s theirs. This book is not suitable for all readers. It contains highly explicit scenes—100% raw sin and sex with zero plot to hide behind. Keep your tissues close… you’re going to need them. .

Clint Nelson has been the best friend of the future Alpha of Canyon Ridge pack, Anders Forte, his entire life. So, he was surprised but unconcerned when, on his 10th birthday, his wolf awakened as a Guardian. His original plan to be Anders' Beta changed to becoming his top warrior so that he could ensure that Anders always remained safe. Lily Raines has grown up with Calista Johns most of her life. They have shared their hopes and dreams of what their life will be when they finally meet their mates. When Clint and Anders begin showing an interest in them, neither is happy with the attention. Lily continually refuses to date Clint, knowing his playboy reputation. When her wolf is suddenly blessed with the Guardian spirit at 17, Lily's life will turn upside down, and she will be forced to turn to the only person that can help or understand her, Clint. Clint will train Lily and help her to understand the nature of her Guardian spirit. Through their time together, a respect and romance will blossom until Lily turns 18 and realizes that Clint is her fated mate. The two will have a beautiful romance, celebrating their life, the birth of their daughter and protecting the pack they love until one day tragedy strikes, taking one life and leaving the other broken, having to raise their daughter alone.

Outcasted and lost Willow Addison has no idea what to do. Unable to go home she finds herself in the middle of the forest and confused about how she got there. She is blocking a deep dark secret that could mean her life. Luke Ashton is young, charming and extremely gorgeous. When Willow first comes in to his families land he feels an immediate pull to her. He feels everything she is feeling and immediately wants nothing but to help her and be near her. But when an ancient enemy threatens everything he will fight to keep her safe. The only problem is she knows nothing about her true heritage and how special she really is. Can he help her find herself before it is to late? Is she meant for him or is he just a stepping stone for her to reach her greatness? Join Luke and Willow in their journey against this ancient enemy and to finding Willow's true place.

When twenty-one-year-old Sasha, a medical receptionist with an unremarkable dating life, falls madly in love with her foster father, things get… complicated.

My adopted daughter, Phoebe Marsh, possessed an evil ability. Whenever she got hurt, the pain would also be inflicted directly on my biological daughter, Maisie Shaw. She deliberately hurt herself, covering her body with wounds and bruises. Then, she would turn around with cold eyes, watching Maisie writhe on the floor in agony until she passed out from the pain. With no medical solution available, I broke down and held Maisie close, begging my husband, Brandon Shaw, to send Phoebe away. However, he would erupt in fury. "It's obviously Maisie who's been faking illness for attention, and you're making up this ridiculous story to get rid of Phoebe. She's just a fragile, helpless child. How can you be so vicious?" After that, Phoebe escalated her self-harm even more viciously. Meanwhile, Maisie spent every day curled up in the corner of her bed, refusing to let anyone touch her. On Maisie's birthday, Phoebe threw herself from the fifth floor. Just as Maisie was blowing out her candles and making a wish, she suddenly began bleeding from all her facial orifices, and she died instantly. Yet, Phoebe only suffered minor scrapes. I died from overwhelming grief shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to Phoebe's first day in our home. Maisie was playing with her Legos when she suddenly clutched her ankle and started crying. This time, I grabbed the broom from behind the door and swung it toward Maisie, shouting, "I'll beat you up for faking illness and seeking attention!"

A string of sexual assault cases sweeps through Fenborough, and all the evidence points toward me. In just a single night, I've become the prime suspect and target of everyone's anger. The moment I get home, my wife, Natalie Parker, glares at me with hatred and disgust. "A monster like you doesn't deserve to be called a human!" As she rages at me, she dumps a bottle of sulfuric acid on my crotch. The agonizing pain makes me collapse onto the floor, unable to move. The next day, she brings another man to the house—Harvey Green. He looks down at me and says, "So you're nothing but a scumbag. No wonder she detests you so much." Natalie also eyes me coldly, her words cutting as she says, "Why would I keep a tainted piece of trash like you around? Just the sight of you disgusts me." I refuse to believe that I would ever commit such a crime, so I secretly arrange for a DNA test—but the results prove that my DNA is a match with the culprit's. My blood runs cold. A wave of despair washes over me. Once Natalie sees the results, she brings the victims to the house. They charge at me, smashing glass bottles against my head and breaking my legs with bats. When my parents rush over and see this, they faint on the spot. I end up dying on the operating table. Suddenly, my eyes open again. I've been reborn. I've returned to the day the crimes took place.