Foster Relationships Novels & Stories

Giselle Stone has been with Jonathan Lawson for seven years, but that means nothing to him compared to the excitement and novelty of being with someone new. She's always considered herself someone who could protect other people's relationships, but Jonathan's heart is one that she can't keep. When she realizes it's over between them, she tells him she wants to call off the engagement. Jonathan's gaze is cold as he confidently says, "You'll regret this, Giselle." Everyone is waiting to see her make a fool of herself, but the man behind her wraps an arm around her waist. He rests his jaw on her shoulder as his warm breath fans over her. "Do you know what's the most vindicative thing to do when getting revenge on your ex? Marry me, Gigi. That way, you'll be Jonathan's aunt."

“You’re being so good for me, baby girl,” he hissed. “Look at how you take it. You were born for this, weren’t you? To be used by a man who knows exactly how to break you.” Warning: This collection is intended for mature audiences only featuring: taboo & forbidden relationships, CNC, BDSM, FemDom, corruption kink, mind control, stalking, blackmail, and diverse pairings (ie; MM, reverse harem, and harem dynamics). Step into a world where the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred, and the word 'forbidden' is merely an invitation. The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. Not just basic cheating and step siblings troupes. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Lanaya lost her parents in a horrific car accident when she was a baby, tennis stars sent her to live with them as a kind of repayment. It took fifteen years of cruelty and neglect before she was ultimately saved by a guy more dangerous than her foster parents on the night of her 18th birthday. His place in the Marchetti line of succession means he has little time for women, let alone women who faint when they see trouble. When he wants something, he does whatever it takes to get it, and if people have to die in the process, what? Why is his touch so kind when he's with a certain abused princess, a buddy of violence and death? In the wake of her rescue, Lanaya is eager to begin a new life, but owing to the Mafia is a significant undertaking. The Underboss seemed to be interested in her as well. Secrets, deception, and death taint their relationship. She may not be able to tolerate finding out the truth about her parents' accident or lack soon. Despite this, Salvetti and Lanaya's unusual sentiments blossom, and she's determined to battle for happiness by letting them grow. A difficult one, including a great deal of suffering, healing, and even some violence.

When Elijah cheated, I didn’t cry or make a scene. I pretended not to know. When he kept Naomi on the side, I forced down the pain and endured it. After all, I had a lovely son with Elijah. He loved me, and I wanted to give him a complete family. It wasn’t until the day I found out that my son, Kai, had gone with Elijah to that other home and was calling Aunt Naomi with affection that I stopped wanting to endure it any longer. I told my childhood friend that I wanted a divorce. He looked at me deeply, saying, “Hazel, everyone in Neopolis knows that Elijah loves you with his life. His influence covers the entire city. Leaving him won’t be easy.” However, I replied numbly, “Then let Hazel die. Let her die in front of Elijah. Let him watch his wife disappear with his own eyes. From that moment on, there will be no more Hazel Foster in this world.” When I learned that Kai preferred Naomi, I realized that the past two years of endurance had been nothing but a joke. This time, I don’t want either my husband or my son anymore.

In the glittering skyline of New York City, four women, all brilliant in finance, dominate the boardrooms by day—but their personal lives are a battlefield. Each is navigating heartbreak, failed relationships, and the challenge of maintaining their faith in a city that never sleeps and rarely forgives. Main Characters: Amara Bennett – The fearless hedge fund manager whose sharp mind earns billions for investors but whose heart has been closed off since a devastating betrayal. She’s fiercely loyal to her friends but struggles to trust God with her life and love. Lila Torres – A venture capitalist with a magnetic personality. She’s a hopeless romantic, constantly falling for the wrong men, yet she’s the glue that keeps the friend group together. Sienna Clarke – An investment banker who hides vulnerability behind power suits and deadlines. She’s questioning her purpose beyond money, wealth, and societal approval. Talia Reese – A fintech entrepreneur known for her cutting-edge ideas. Spirituality is a quiet whisper in her life; she struggles to balance ambition with inner peace.

“I don't want anything to do with her, I would rather marry her mother than marry her.” Manny felt insulted. Angry, she slammed her fist on the table, picked up the papers that needed signing and then tore them into pieces. ***** Manny, a lady with a perfect life and heiress to Millicent's fashion house, is constantly pressured by her mother to get married and have a baby. But haunted by the heartbreaks of her past relationships, she makes a bold decision to undergo IVF. What happens when she discovers that there has been a mix-up and now she's carrying the child of Andrew Cooper, an arrogant billionaire with a reputation as formidable as his wealth and who won't let her keep her baby? Will she win this baby war? Andrew Cooper, billionaire and CEO of a multi-billion dollar company hires a surrogate but everything spirals into chaos and now a fat lady carries his child. He is determined to collect the child from her even if it means digging up her past

**The moment her lips parted, I seized the chance, slipping my tongue inside and tangling with hers. She trembled beneath my hold, her tiny fingers clutching over my bare shoulders, caught between resistance and surrender. She wanted to push me away but didn't know how. But I deepened the kiss, claiming her mouth like it was mine to take. She whimpered, gasped, her soft protest lost between us as I swallowed every sound she made. Her body tensed, her struggles growing more frantic as if she was trying to say something but I kept devouring her mouth. But then....one gasp shattered everything. "Luca! Brother!”** Sofia thought returning to the Virelli mansion after years abroad would feel like coming home. Instead, she walks straight back into the orbit of Luca Virelli — her cold, ruthless foster brother and the feared head of the Italian mafia. The same man who spent years making her feel like she didn’t belong. But something has changed. Because the moment Luca sees her again, his icy indifference shifts into something far more dangerous. OBSESSION.

It was in our bedroom that I first found out about Nathaniel Foster's affair. My anger got the better of me, and I demanded a divorce right away. Nathaniel broke down into tears and claimed it was a drunken mistake. He went down on his knees, begging for my forgiveness. He cried, "I'll jump off this building if we get a divorce!" I relented, and things went on like this for five years. He was the sweetest, gentlest husband ever since that day. It was as if he was trying to pretend that night never happened, like I'd never noticed his infidelity. Everyone told me Nathaniel could throw his life away for me. Then, his mother's 60th birthday came. She blurted, "Where's your son, Nathaniel? I'd like to see him." That stunned me, but then I thought she'd gotten the date wrong. So, I smiled. "Melanie, the delivery date's in two months." Melanie shot me a calm look. She muttered under her breath, "Ah, so you still don't know about the boy." Something squeezed my heart, and my eyes darted to Nathaniel. Nathaniel put his silverware down. "I have a five-year-old son." He spoke as if he'd just listed out his grocery list for next Tuesday.

We have been dating for ten years, but Vincent Carter has never been romantic toward me. However, before our wedding, he has someone deliver a delicate bracelet and an elegant dress to me. I take photos of them happily, only to find a card tucked inside the dress that's not addressed to me. Just as I'm about to contact Vincent, I see a post from Emily Foster, his childhood sweetheart, on her social media. "Someone stole something that belongs to me!" That's also how I find out Vincent has also bought her an apartment. The address stated on the card is for the unit downstairs. The gift is meant for unit 701, but it's delivered to me by mistake. I pick up the items and go downstairs, just in time to see Vincent gently comforting her in his arms. The moment he sees me, his face darkens with irritation. "Can you stop overreacting? You're always suspicious for no reason. Emily and I grew up together. If we were going to be together, you wouldn't even be in the picture!" If it were before, I would've been furious and demanded an explanation. But now, I simply let out a chuckle and toss the gifts onto him. "I wish you both the best, then."

Right after my best friend, Freda Foster, is done giving birth, I cuddle with her newborn while playing with him. "Hi, darling. I'm your godmother, and he's your godfather." That's when my husband, Hugo Reid, suddenly speaks up. "I'm not his godfather. I'm his actual father." At first, I think I'm hearing things. Unexpectedly, Hugo's lips curl into a smirk. He repeats himself, "The baby's mine. On the day your father passed away, Freda and I did it the whole night. We used a whole box of condoms, too." I remain rooted to the spot. My throat feels very constricted to the point I can barely find my voice. A long while later, I finally choke out, "But… But we only registered our marriage yesterday…" Hugo laughs as he wraps an arm around me and starts consoling me. "Don't worry. Freda and I are friends with benefits, at most. If we wanted to get married, we'd have gotten married a long time ago." A pause later, he adds teasingly, "Wait, Freda is still keeping this a secret from you, huh? The truth is, we were in a relationship before. I'm the first man she's been with, you know."