Fiona Fat Novels & Stories

Just two inches taller than Fiona's 5' 6", she was wearing her long straight black hair pulled back in a pony tail. He shook her hand as she flashed a brilliant smile at him. There was a definite twinkle in her dark eyes. Fiona moved to the next lady to continue the introductions. Charlize was the shortest of the group at maybe 5' 2", but she also looked to be the strongest as well. She had full sleeve tattoos on her muscular arms and her short sleeve top showed them off quite well. She wore her jet black hair cropped close on the sides and just slightly long from her bangs, over the tip of her head to her shoulders. The tips of the longer hair was dyed violet. Fiona said she was a friend fr

Fiona tilted her head. She had a head of waist-length hair, and her wrists peeked out under her wide sleeves. Aside from a watch, she was also wearing a silver bracelet with precious stones embedded in it. She looked every inch like the wealthy woman she was, and she said, "You're more skilled at this than you say, young lady." "I'm decent at it." Aria withdrew the needles before reminding Fiona, "The doctor should already have told you to let go of some matters. It'll make you feel better."

Identical sets of screams came from up the stairs, and soon the screams escalated to stomps and thuds, I took a sip from my glass of wine, waiting for someone to cry first before I climbed up the stairs to deal with them. "Mom, aren't you going to do something about that?" I turned to see Fiona, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me, she was now a cranky fifteen years old and thought she was better than everyone. Fiona had grown beautifully in the last ten years, she was tall for her age, almost 5'8, her glossy red hair was pulled back in a tight bun, her lips were full and she had the eyes of a seductress. Fiona started calling me Mom when she was six and I remember how hard

The deafening silence seemed like it lasted for hours. "Was the food delicious?" she asked out of the blue. He lifted his gaze at her in shock. "Mh?." "I mean dinner, was it nice?." "Oh, sure it was." "Sabina is a very good cook, unlike Zara." "Sorry, which are Sabina and Zara?" Jason asked confused. Sophia smiled knowing he was always never down to earth. "Sabina is the short one, then Zara tall and lanky." "Just like you" he added jokingly.

Isuzu hated playing bait, but she was small and nimble and quite good at being bait. And if she never had Ookami or her mother’s katana at her side, well she wouldn’t wish that life on her worst enemy, maybe her deadbeat asshole dad, but on no one else. Not even her. “Exactly what are you looking for?” Fiona asked as she picked up a fancy looking comb. “Just some everyday knick-knacks, oh and my makeup, my skincare collection, my shampoos, the new lip-balm I just bought, and the nail-care kit, oh and

Then she flipped her long auburn hair and said, “So?” If one would ask Fiona about her talents, she would immediately say that pissing people off was her specialty. “Do you own this company?” Fiona added when she saw Naomi’s face turned ugly. Fiona’s lips lifted into a smirk. “I thought so too…” Then she nodded and looked around. “This office is good. But working inside with Mr. Han is better. Don’t you think?”

I finished. “The only dress-“She clarified again. Her hand slapped to her forehead groaning, “I knew I should have gone shopping and now I don’t have anything to wear!” she was now full on panicking mixed with a sort of whimper as she glanced at the red dress half way up her long legs, “and the only dress I have can’t fit because I’m too fat!”

I was unaware that I had stopped breathing until she came into full view. For one second just one second I really thought Fiona was coming toward me. You know I couldnt even think straight. Ava Fiona or—God. She appeared to be a vision taken directly from a memory as she approached me. Fionas favorite office attire was worn by her: a high-waisted black pencil skirt that fell just below the knees a fitted ivory blazer that was neatly cinched at the waist and a pair of nude heels that clicked elegantly with every step.