Fiona Fat Novels & Stories

“Why so petty? Do you think I’m envious that you gave birth to three children for Joshua? I am indeed envious, but…” Fiona turned to look at Luna. “I can do it too. Sooner or later, I am going to have three children with Joshua too. No. Four. I want to have one more than you.” Seeing how arrogant Fiona looked, Luna could not help but laugh. She understood that Fiona intended to show off, but the way she showed off was too childish. Luna lifted her gaze and smiled at Fiona. “I think you can have a few more children. At least ten, like a sow.”

No wonder the woman serving their foods was scared, she doesn't wish to lose her job here. "The one with short purple hair, her name is Summer while the brunette is Samantha. Their parents are super rich but not compared to Sage. Whatever you do, do not cross your line when it comes to them." She enunciates with a serious look. "Well ok." I shrugged. "So do you like it here?." She queries. "Yeah, I guess........" I got interrupted by a very loud scream, I faced the direction of where the scream is coming from and realize it's from a short fat girl who suddenly rushed into the cafe.

"That's outrageous! We can't afford that. Let's go to the other boutique. One piece of clothing here is probably equal to a tens of pieces over there!" Before Hazel opens her mouth one thing to tell her it was fine and they could afford it. Before she could say anything, a woman's voice rang out sarcastically. "Hey! Get your dirty hands off the clothes! Don't touch anything if you can't afford it!" A woman with heavy makeup for her undescribable face strode towards them. There was a name tag pinned on her chest that stated 'Store Manager, Mica'.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

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.