Fiona Fat Novels & Stories

The cracking stopped suddenly. “It worked” Iza breathed, excitedly. “Better than I could have ever imagined. It looks like you are exactly the thing we needed.” He smiled at me, disgustingly. Fiona got to her feet, standing on two hind legs at least 9 feet tall, her hairless, leathery body hunched over. Her eyes glowed like lanterns in the dim light. “Fiona” I shouted at her, hoping she was still in there somewhere. Her glowing eyes snapped to me, and she lunged, claws and teeth extended. She hit the end of her chains and was snapped back, still snarling.

The kind that meant she had already decided nothing mattered anymore. "So," she said lightly. "You figured it out." "Tyla," I said quietly. "Don't," she snapped, her voice cracking at the edges. "Don't say my name like that. Like I'm something you're disappointed in. I did what I had to do. I worked for this. I earned this. I was supposed to be Luna and instead the Goddess picked HER?" She laughed and it came out broken. "A nobody. A fatso serving girl with no title and no..."

mother rolled her and sighed. The door creaked open and a wheel chair carrying GrandPa Musa rolled in with Faryah helping him. " I'll leave you all to it" mother said as she smiled assuring me that everything was okay. " Thank you Zainab" Faryahs' grand father said as she walked out smiling at them. " Faryah let go, go seat down" she was quite tall, skinny. She was wearing dark purple baggy pants with her cute socks and a baggy black shirt over her pants. She was wearing a purple Hijab. Her makeup was gone, she looked really beautiful, more beautiful, at least I wasn't stuck with a mute ugly bitch.

“Oh stop being a grouch Rowan. We both know I did not break into your house.” A grouch? This makes it the second time someone was calling me that—the only difference between the two of them is that I love one and I hate one deeply. With every single blood in my veins and as long as my heart keeps beating. Fiona was a renowned designer who focused on creating women's lingerie. She was good at her job, I'm not going to lie. She was everything a man would want in a woman, she was successful, passion-driven, and took no shit from anyone—something I liked in a woman.

I'm I so crazy in love with her that I'm afraid to see she doesn't want me anymore? My thoughts were interrupted when Daniel suddenly spoke up. " Ok Fiona your turn. Who's your first crush?" He asked. " Coco Martins. A Filipino actor." She said and yawned. " I have his cell number, tell me who's really your crush and I'll give it to you" Celine said, pointing to a contact on her phone. "I'm serious. I don't really have a crush"Fiona said giggling.

I’d been grappling with some big decisions over the past few hours, thinking about some terrible things, and the only refresh I’d given myself was splashing some water on my face and combing my hair roughly into place before I came up here. Fiona, on the other hand, looked squeaky clean and silky smooth under a teeny, unbelievably sexy blue dress I couldn’t wait to get my hands on. Her long, shiny silver hair was tied up in a high ponytail that was giving me some dirty ideas. Her lips were painted deep fuchsia, and I saw a slight iridescent shimmer under her clavicle and between the pillowy mounds of her round breasts. And she was wearing long, dangly white gold earrings studded with aquamar

She asked. She frown at her questions, "I prepare your bath" Moana interrupt them. "A glass of milk please" Ulan said walking upstairs. "Brandy for me" Fiona says following behind her. Fiona is definitely under them, she's not just a detective, she's a pawn. She enter the room and walks to the closet she open the first side of the and frown in disgusting manner,she open the other side and sign. Pulling off her clothes at tht spot she picked the towel,tie it round her waist and head to the bathroom.

Fiona put a finger to her daughter's lips to silence her, eased her back against the door, and crouched down in front of her. She still had her tote bag over her right shoulder as her mother slowly raised the hem of her short skirt up over her brown lace stocking tops. Fiona peeled her daughter's plain white cotton panties down to her ankles, and pushed gently against the inside of her thighs so that she opened her legs for her. She lifted Annabelle's right foot slightly, so that she could untangle it from her panties and widen her stance. Her little white panties now lay around her left ankle as Fiona's warm tongue slipped in between her labia.

It was the next day, Fiona was dressed up and ready to leave for her Beckett’s enterprise, a company specializing in indoor farming techniques to produce fresh, locally grown food year-round. She wore a pantsuit with black shoes and a handbag that complimented her dress, all trying to be simple. Standing in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her light silver gray eyes sparkled. She couldn’t help but smile at how things changed for the better within a few weeks. She had almost lost hope while she was in the motel with Rowan.

I slowly pull away from Enzo and continue to stare back at him, my gaze darkening with each passing minute. “Enzo Phillips” I call out to him as I fold my hands across my chest, “did you perhaps bring me here so other ladies can ogle at how handsome you are?” “Of course not babe” Enzo responds as his lips curl into a smile, “don’t allow what those ladies say get to you okay?” “Do I look fat?” I ask him again. “Of course not” he answers again, “you don’t look fat, you look like the same Michelle that fainted beside my car a few months ago”