Fiona Fat Novels & Stories

I just want to make the both of them happy, after all there both pass through. I have to get close to Fiona and take her out to make her husband jealous and for him to explode

Tonight Arial was his, and even if she left in the morning, at least she would leave with no doubt how he felt about her. 4. Fiona looked up as the guys returned from club business. It was now or never, the bitch wasn't here and there was a small window of time to change the course of "fate." Leaving her friends at the table, the tall brunette sauntered over to the bar where Ratchet was busy pouring drinks for the returning members. "Hey Ian," She said, sashaying over to the clubs techy, making sure to give her hips a little more sway as she moved. Bingo Ian's eyes dilated as his brain left the building and little Ian took charge, this was too easy, men were controlled by their dicks. It's w

"After you send the word out, make me a cup of coffee. I take mine black." "Yes, Ms. Sachs." With that, Fiona turned to leave. "What's your name?" Cordy asked. "Fiona Lamb." "Alright. You may go now." "Yes, Ms. Sachs." - Fiona was scowling the instant she got out of Cordy's office, and she quickly returned to her seat, typing furiously with her bedazzled nails. [She's so annoying!] [What?] [Your daughter. She gave me a buttload of work and even pulled rank with me!]

She wanted her daughter to be the one standing in the spotlight while Anastasia was cast aside. What she hadn’t told Regina was the truth about Anastasia’s mother. Fiona Watson was known in the jewelry world by her anonymous alias "Faye," and was a gifted designer who shook the fashion world once upon a time. Few people knew Faye's true identity and one of them was her. Faye disappeared from the scene without a trace after few years of being at the peak of the fashion world. She was admired and idolised by many in the fashion world and her daughter was one of the ardent fan.

Faye knew how to play cute and weak to get extra love and attention. Sure, she had her own struggles, and yes, she was really sick—but when those became her weapons, and when innocent people got hurt because of it... Amanda just couldn’t feel good about her anymore. And, Fiona is that kind of person. The moment Fiona’s name was mentioned, Faye’s face popped into Amanda’s head. Fiona’s epilepsy. Fiona’s hidden agenda. No different.

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Out of nowhere, Fiona gasps in amazement. "Katy! Check this out!" she exclaims, pointing at a digital billboard on one of the city's tallest buildings. Curious, Kaitlyn looks up to where Fiona is pointing, discovering a familiar photo of herself. The image appears to be taken from PortaMare beach, a place she frequented. Subsequently, a sequence of candid pictures unfolds on the digital billboard—capturing moments of Kaitlyn smiling, laughing, and occasionally cradling her baby bump.

Her account is @lilypadsxfrogs. Also, a big thank you for my best friend Jenna for being my number one supporter! :D -Fiona :) P.S: There won't be a sequel to this book.

I suppose it was nice to see that this woman’s blatant question took us both aback. Fiona. So, that was her name. It suddenly clicked in the back of my mind why this woman seemed so familiar. Fiona was the Alpha daughter of Luna Caroline's pack. And I suppose, theoretically, she was Caroline’s niece. From what I heard about her through the ongoing lines of gossip that circulated through the staff, Fiona often liked to pick fights with other Alpha daughters. Many had commented in the past that she wasn't very attractive. Perhaps it was her aggressive personality that made her so.

Everything was being prepared for the delegation from Ironclaw. My stomach growled, reminding me just how little I had eaten over the past few days despite this morning’s meal. Then I saw her. Xena. I caught myself fast. Fiona. She stood near one of the long preparation counters, her dark brown hair woven into a practical braid down her back. Even beneath the plain kitchen uniform, there was no mistaking the strength in her broad shoulders and athletic frame. My heart leaped. Her real name nearly escaped my lips before I caught myself.