Fiona Fat 소설 & 이야기

Fiona looked almost sad for me. “Fúck them again?” I rubbed my forehead, trying to process. “I can’t believe they were working together against me.” Fiona moved closer in the hot tub. “I hope you see the upside.” “There’s an upside?” “I’d like to think so. I’ve always had a school-girl-type crush on you, so I’ve been wanting to fúck you at least as long as they wanted your wife. I’d like to make a pack with you. As long as they’re screwing your wife, you and I can fúck like bunnies. What do you say?”

She wasn’t talking about Fiona’s physical body when she said small. Fiona is five foot seven with curvaceous hourglass figure but she looks so young with fair skin and delicate features, making her look like a fragile little girl. She thought Master likes someone who challenges him but look at her, she’s more like a kid who only knows how to cause trouble.

But this time, he had to hold back. He looked at the slender woman sitting across from him, her delicate fingers confidently holding a cup of milk, as if she didn’t notice how meager this table was for someone of her birth. Bread, jam, milk. That was all she had. All she could offer a duke. Damian understood why she was so thin. He also understood that his brother would never have been interested in a woman like her. Too noble. Too proud. Michael had loved entirely different women—the kind who whispered sweet words to him in bed and demanded expensive gifts.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Who could that be? I peeped through the little opening at the edge of the gate. A slender young lady, slightly above average in height, with brown skin and light-colored hair, stood before me. “Nina or whatever you call yourself, I want you to get rid of whatever is growing in your womb this minute because there is no way I’m letting you blackmail me,” Fiona snapped, her anger seething. “You lie, Fiona. You lie. I’m not getting rid of this child.”

Fiona grabbed her bag, eyes glassy but determined, and stormed out of the Orchid Room. Once she reached the elevator, her hands shook as she pulled out her phone. Ring. Ring. “Hello?” A small, sleepy voice answered—soft as cotton but with that familiar spark. “Liza Liana,” Fiona breathed. “Baby, how are you feeling?” “Hmm… sleepy. The nurse gave me the super yucky soup again. I pretended to eat it but I fed it to Mr. Floppy.” Her voice brightened a bit. “He’s a brave bunny now. He eats everything.”

Fiona groaned, thrusting her phone inches from my nose. Fiona was the resident dreamer. She didn't just walk; she strutted as if a camera shutter was constantly clicking in her peripheral vision. She was tall, lithe, and had a bone structure that seemed designed specifically to catch shadows. Her dream was to be a high-fashion model, and she spent most of our lunch breaks practicing "the smolder." "It’s perfect, Fi," I laughed, pushing the phone back. "You look like you’re about to sell a million-dollar perfume to people who can’t afford it."

Her voice, though tiny, rang out like music to his ears as she called his name. "DAMIAN!" Her voice pierced through the cacophony of sounds, filled with excitement and joy. With a beaming smile, Damian watched as Fiona sprinted towards him, her arms outstretched in anticipation. Before he knew it, Fiona had reached him, throwing herself into his arms with an exuberant hug. Despite the years that had passed, she remained as petite as ever, her figure delicate and slight. But what struck Damian the most was how stunning she had become. Her once-childlike features had blossomed into those of a beautiful young woman, her ebony hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk.

Simple yet tasking. Jeremy Cooper Finding out his mate is a thirteen year old isn’t exactly what he was imaging but he had to make it work because the Moon Goddess is never wrong. Reuben Anderson A thirteen year old who is too mature and good willed for his age. He wasn’t meant to find his mate but he somehow did and has to live with it.

Leaned against the marble vanity, she rubbed her tiny belly with her head tilted. “Nope. I’m growing my hair out and not flat-ironing it as much. Chris seems to like it natural.” She inadvertently fluffed her blonde waves. When she looked at Petra, her friend was smiling back at her. “What?” “You really like this guy, don’t you?” Grabbing a tissue, Fiona dabbed it to her lips before she replied. “I do. What’s not to like?” Wiggling her eyebrows, she made Petra laugh.