Fiona Fat Novels & Stories

Selena rebutted peevishly. “What do you understand!” Fiona replied. “First of all, this woman is ugly and fat, but she has a standard face and is fat in a cute way. We can consider her a chubby beauty! Second of all, all of you have never met her. I met her once when she was young. She was not fat and had a nice figure. Everybody said that she'll be a beauty when she grows up!”

That's right, and she's not old; her 24th birthday hasn't passed yet! But the fact that she has a son who is almost six years old is also actual. Fiona Forger carefully looked at herself in the mirror, her so-called pretty and delicate face, fair and flawless skin; if there were anything on her body worth comparing with others, it would be only her skin. This natural white is worth it; not being blackened by the Melbourne sun is not bad.

Rose Watson spent years surviving two things: poverty… and David Robinson. Soccer prodigy. Male model. Arrogant jerk. He made fun of her weight and her poverty. She made sure he regretted opening his mouth. They fight. They insult each other. They can't stand being in the same room. Until one engagement changes everything. Forced to work side by side, Rose discovers that her worst enemy is hiding secrets she never expected—and David realizes the "fat girl" he mocked all his life is the only woman he can't walk away from. But when hatred turns into desire, and old wounds refuse to heal. Who will surrender first? Her biggest bully. His greatest nemesis. One lov

"Could you hold the fort here while I talk to Mr. Whitaker?" Fiona nodded and went back to her work. Her brown hair was cut short to her shoulders, and she was wearing a gray pinstripe skirt with a short-sleeved red blouse that had a modest neckline. Her beauty would be considered average; she didn't go unnoticed, but she didn't exactly turn heads either. And despite being older than me - she was thirty-one - I was kind of her boss.

“You seem like you will be able to devour a cow.” I chuckled slightly at Fiona’s words, and then I lifted up a glass of wine from the table and gulped down a little quantity before I returned it to the table. “That was a draining experience we had out there, I almost lost my balance.” “Yeah, I just hope we get to eat before we begin again tomorrow,” Fiona said, and then she resumed eating her food. I stared at her for a while, looking at the tattoo on her neck, I loved it. It was a beautiful butterfly of different colors, surrounded by red and blue flames.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Is she the Fiona that treated me when I first came here? Fiona brings out a syringe and a bottle of some pink colored substance. Wearily, I shift on the bed, closer to Landon. Fiona sees and gives me a warm smile. “Hi, Queen Brooklyn. I'm Dr. Fiona, the head doctor of the United Kingdom, but you can just call me Fiona. This..” she waves at the pink liquid as she fills the syringe with it. “..is called vamporinite. It's a werewolf medicine that helps relieve pain and I'm going to administer a dose to you right now, okay?” I look up to Landon with a blurry lens. He gives me a short nod and I turn back to the lady. “Okay,” I mutter with a sniff. “What's going on with me?”

Calculating and curious eyes stare me down, and honestly, it’s unnerving. “Who is she?” Healer Farah asks. “Is she a healer?” Healer Sarina questions. “What’s her name?” Healer Asha demands. I glance at Ethan then look at the three women. These are some of the kindest women I know, so I nod and explain, “Her name is Fiona, and she’s been learning to create remedies, concoctions, and teas from a healer’s herbalism book. She is here to help you and to learn from you, as Ethan’s mate—”

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The woman laughed with a wave of her hand and Caitlyn joined the short laughter. "One thousand and two hundred, ma'am," The cashier told her after calculating the items and packaging them. Caitlyn brought out her card and paid. "Seven bags, wow!" She mouthed to herself and followed it with a heavy exhale. "Good thing I'm here!" A familiar voice said behind her. Caitlyn quickly turned to see Martin looking insanely hot. He wore a white hoodie with matching colored pants. His hair wasn't gelled back and Caitlyn had no idea they were so full and curly!