Fiona Fox Fanart Novels & Stories

Fiona Bannerman didn’t just have a crush on Lorenzo. She had what one might call an unhealthy obsession. She was one of the women who had been dying to be with a man like Don Lorenzo Ortega Armani. For Fiona, he was the one for her. She even had picture frames in her room of her and Lorenzo. Pictures she had photoshopped to make it seem like she was in Lorenzo’s arms. That was how crazy she was about him. She had always been in the shadows, watching him at events, yearning to be close to him but not having the guts. It had been so heartbreaking for her when she saw that he was in a relationship with a certain Alora Ramos.

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?”

Her account is @lilypadsxfrogs. Also, a big thank you for my best friend Jenna for being my number one supporter! :D -Fiona :) P.S: There won't be a sequel to this book.

It was a beautiful butterfly of different colors, surrounded by red and blue flames. After a few seconds, Fiona realized that I had been looking at her, and so she paused from eating and turned to face me. “I like your tattoo, where did you get it?” I asked as she turned to know why I was looking at her with keen admiration and interest. Fiona dropped the fork on the plate, and then she smiled at me, while I waited patiently for her to start talking. “This is the identity of my Pack, the Fire Pack. This tattoo is given to all the girls who turn eighteen and are able to sense their wolves.”

The deep crimson, night robe she wore complemented her complexion perfectly. It’s luxurious silk fabric accentuated her figures in all the right places. Fiona had spent hours and efforts working on this look. Her makeup was flawless, with her crimson lipstick and perfectly lined lips that made her lips appear fuller. She had dyed her hair and added extensions to match Kate’s signature hair style and color with the sole idea that she can’t make Bryan forget Kate, so she’d have to be an even alluring version, one he couldn’t simply ignore.

“Damn right you are. I was the happiest that you were his mate because I knew you stood no chance. You aren’t even his type.” Anais rolled her eyes. Fiona wanted to rub salt on her injury. “Look at you. I know you were happy when you found out about that bond.” She got up and spun around, making several poses to show off her good qualities. “But Damian needs a woman like me who is sexy and beautiful.” She explained, looking down at herself in admiration. “I bet I would also be pretty if I did half the number of surgeries you did.” Anais quipped back. Fiona stiffened.

Audrey “Nice costume.” Fiona leaned against the bar, a drink in one hand, the latex of her sleek cat costume creaking as she moved. She looked devastatingly beautiful, with her platinum hair trailing down her back in loose curls and black eyeliner haloing her eyes. Her waist, long and slender, seemed to move fluidly like a serpent as she reached forward to pluck a piece of lint off of my red cape. “Red Riding Hood,” she said with a sweet smile as she flicked the lint onto the floor. “Where’s your big, bad wolf?”

Her courage. She took out her mobile from the bag earlier and clicked a few pictures of the painting, thanks to the better lighting that she especially bought for times like these where natural light is unavailable. They came out pretty decent and Fiona then and there mailed those to the art gallery where her works usually go. She had to wait until tomorrow for their reply but she knew they’ll accept it. Fiona was an anonymous artist with a pseudonym ‘White flower’. She concealed her identity as she started selling her art works from a young age and at that time revealing herself felt unnecessary and dangerous moreover, she was doing this secretly.

“Luna, I never thought that you would have a stronger character than I imagined. You would actually come to work.” Luna smiled and swept a glance at Fiona’s smug face. “Of course. If I don’t have a strong character, I would have long dragged you and Joshua into the gates of Hell.” Fiona was stunned for a while, then she laughed. “Would you be willing to?” Fiona said while reaching out to touch the photo on Luna’s desk. It was a photo of Luna with Nigel, Neil, and Nellie. She gently swiped her fingers across Neil’s face.

Fiona said without looking up, She wiped sudden tears from her face. "Now who might you be?" Alek asked, cocking his head. Fiona finally looked up and saw that she was not talking to one of her men. She frowned and gathered herself from the floor. "I am alright, Darius," I answered him. "Thank you for asking." "I am Fiona," she extended her hand, batting her eyes seductively. "The Luna of this pack. I came to welcome you." "You are the Luna," Alek said, taking in her slutty appearance. "And you came to welcome us... by breaking through the window. "