Fiona Finds Novels & Stories

She should just be another girl, but she wasn't. Fiona had come to matter to not just him, but his family. They'd shared meals, shopping, heck, even Mindy was coming around where Fiona was concerned. What had he done? What could he do? What happened next? *** SCOTT PICKED UP THE phone and hit redial. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept, eaten, or pissed, but at least he had something. "What?" Lila's tone was cool. Composed. "I think I found her."

James rushed back to the police station and Fiona was declared wanted. "Fiona, where are you?" Leonardo asked over the phone. "I'm somewhere in the woods trying to get acquainted with nature. That stupid man called David got me angry earlier and so I thought to move away and get some fresh air. After all, your friend does not want me again," she said. "Why do you ask though?" She asked. "Well it's obvious you have not read the news," he said. "News? Why? What's going on?" She asked in a curious tone.

However, the peace didn’t last long. That evening, while Carmen and Lily were out shopping, I noticed Fiona in the kitchen, searching through the drawers. Her movements were hurried and anxious, and something about it didn’t seem right. “Fiona?” I called out, trying not to startle her. “What are you doing?” She jumped slightly, turning to face me with wide eyes. “Oh, um, just looking for some sugar. I wanted to bake cookies for Lily.” Her smile was forced, and her eyes flickered nervously. My instincts told me something was off.

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the fragrant scent, seeing a young beauty standing at the door. Fiona had a gentle smile on her face as she calmly walked into the room. She looked at Jackson tenderly and said, “My friends and I were having supper here. I heard you were here too, so I came by to take a look!” Heard? Ever since she had learned that Jackson had gone to the show’s broadcast, Fiona had not even been able to sit calmly. She, too, had gone to the television station and waited outside for a few hours. She then followed behind the crowd when she saw the people headed to the hotel for supper. Fiona’s goal was simple. She wanted to get in Yvonne’s way, no matter what it too

The man looked briefly at the receptionist and then back at Willow. "We found tracks around your house. Strange tracks," Shawn said. "Footprints?" "More like animal footprints. And there's more than one, we're not sure yet." "And Zoey?" "Surveillance cameras everywhere haven't picked up Zoey. But we're doing our best to keep looking for your daughter." Willow buried her head in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably. There was no way she could think positively, that the worst would not happen. She wasn't blind to the fact that there were many terrible things that happened to kidnapped girls out there.

________________________________ . . . ~FIONA CARLSON~ . "Come on, Fi. Don't be a spoilt sport. Live a little." Heidi, one of my oldest friends, hooked her arm with mine as we walked through the mall. It was a Saturday afternoon and we had nothing better to do. Heidi's three-year-old was with her paternal grandmother and I was single with no children. Then again, I was only twenty-six as compared to the thirty-year-old friend I had because of our fathers going way back.

Stefan ended the meeting fast when he got a message from Sky that Fiona was nowhere to be found, she was not in her room and the last place he had seen Fiona was in the Garden talking to Hazel. The mere mention of Hazel got his wolf whine, he felt something wasn't right, he needed to find her before it was too late and ended up getting hurt, he couldn't afford to put her in more pain, he was not going to let her go through another torture.

She sat up, left her chest bare, then grabbed a gadget from inside her bag on the nightstand. "Dad?" she murmured,. Steve sat down as well. He enveloped Fiona's upper body with the remaining strands of the quilt. His bead looked at the woman who was picking up the call. "I'm at a friend's house. Why?" asked Fiona. The girl listened for a moment to the father talking behind the phone. Until the end, the bead was manned. "Huh? Arranged marriage?" ***

I heard footsteps behind us and upon turning I saw Kaima hastily walking down the stairs. “Lisa!” She called out to the girl who was about to leave. That’s the girl’s name, Lisa. Kaima’s pure smile can make any situation less awkward. Seeing her makes me glad because she is still a ball of raw energy like I remember even if every other thing changes, she is a constant to me. Her petite form kept walking towards Lisa until Emelie hands held her shoulders stopping her in her tracks.

I ran out, and I saw Fiona's car. Turns out Fiona's car was in the garage when I didn't notice. Then she didn't get very far. I sent someone to look for it, but there was no one in sight at dawn. Fiona's phone's off, too. I thought something had happened to her again, and I had to reach out to Rachel. "I tell you, I don't want to talk to you at all right now. You bullied our Fiona and thought you could just call me for help?"