Fiona Finds Novels & Stories

Julia had seen too much already. She’d seen him falter. If he showed up again now, or even a week later, she'd make it her mission to play matchmaker. He'd have to think of something else. He slipped out of his room and headed for his home office. Soon, he was tapping away on his keyboard, the soft glow of the screen resting on his face. The Family Center’s employee records appeared on the screen. The search was quick. Elena Nolan. Status: Volunteer. No payment history.

As long as Yvrozz can't touch her and say 'Found You' she's still safe but if she caught her in his arms while uttering the words 'Found You', she's doomed. She went to the Fashion Gallery and since today is Sunday, Vanessa-san and the other staff requested that they should take a break for a day, meaning today. The Fashion Gallery is closed for today and the reason why she wanted to go to the Fashion Gallery today is because Vanessa message her, telling that she should go there and for the last time... they wanted them to photograph her. Of course, she couldn't say no to their requests. When she finally at the door of the F.G, she opened the window glass door and surprisingly, a confetti wa

Fiona backs away from me, leaving the note in my hand. “I’m going to leave it with you,” she says. “And if you want to flush the note down the toilet, Fay, I understand. I’ll be disappointed,” she gives me a stern, sisterly look then, “but I will understand. Please.” She puts her hands together like she’s praying and backs towards the door. “Fiona,” I whisper, “please, stay – just tell me what’s going on –“ “I have to go baby,” she whispers, her hand on the knob now. “He – he doesn’t know I got out. They’re going to come looking for me.”

I attempt to regain some semblance of control by pushing them off, but my hands, are about as effective as overcooked spaghetti noodles. My eyes search for Fiona again, hoping she could whisk me away, but rather I spot her cozying up, and bantering with the enigmatic stranger from earlier: The one she'd swapped phone numbers with. Seeing her so at ease and enjoying herself is a gentle nudge, reminding me, I should enjoy myself too.

Chapter 50 Fiona was in the garden trying to trim and cut off the edges of overgrown flowers, when she heard the gate opening. She stopped what she was doing in high hopes. The house has been boring if not for Martins that sometimes speaks with her. She peeped, leaping up to see if it was Mr Lyon's car coming in or another Wendy. It was! Lyon’s car pulled into the compound and barely stopped when Fiona came running out of the house, almost stumbling as she rushed toward them.

"There's a reason you're sick. You'll recover as long as you find the cause." "A cause?" Fiona frowned. Why had no one told her about that before? Aria's gaze darkened. "You lost something most important to you. It could be your memories, an object. or a person." Fiona looked at the glass of beer she was holding. Yes, there was someone, and she— Fiona put her head in her hands. Aria removed them and said clearly, "There's no rush. Take it slow." Fiona looked up and was about to say something when someone afar shouted, "I've finally found you, madam! Why are you here? A passerby told me your whereabouts, but I didn't believe them."

But the look in her eyes when people bring it up says everything. So when I asked her to hack into Edward’s phone and find anything incriminating... messages, photos, videos, voice notes, she said, no sweat. She was almost too happy to help. She told me she needed only two hours. It took her forty-minutes. That early evening, just after I stepped out of the shower, she called. I knew something was wrong from the way she inhaled before she spoke. “Fiona... babe, you will not like what I found.”

Fiona raised her hand to fan the fan, intending to reduce the heat on her face, after that, it seems that she could not calmly face Uncle Paul Henry, what to do? Jenna Sarah approached her, touched her nose, whispered: "Little niece?" Yesterday, many things happened, so he didn't have time to ask, although he had made a relative guess, he still needed to confirm. Anyhow, the soldiers who want to learn more must pay attention to the clear evidence, so that they can not disappoint the olive branch. Fiona quietly put his hand down, tilted his head to look at him: "You are a "firefighter who is very good at catching cats", right?" She was very impressed with this ID.

she said excitedly, approaching her mother, standing over the pot, stirring the food. "Fetch me two sticks from the pile," Fiona instructed, pointing to the wood stacked by the hearth. Iona promptly complied, retrieving the pieces of wood. "What news do you bring?" Fiona inquired, accepting the sticks from Iona's hands. Iona's excitement momentarily faded when she saw her mother's expressionless face. "I met Anise a while ago," she began, recounting the conversation with growing enthusiasm. By the time she finished, she had managed to bring a smile to her mother's lips, her eyes shining with pleasure.

No one should expect anything from me as long as I heal the alpha’s leg quickly and get out of here as soon as possible. "The head maid must be looking for me. I have spent too much time here," Fiona suddenly said, her tone urgent like she had just realized something. She gave a quick bow and turned to leave. I smiled at her, though my mind was elsewhere, still deep in thought as I watched her walk toward the door. She reached for the doorknob but suddenly froze, staring at the floor. "Luna…" she murmured, crouching down to pick up something small. She held it up, raising a brow. "It looks like a note. Could this be for you?"