Fiona Fox Fanart Novels & Stories

The brown orbs in her sockets looked more dreamy than a teddy, her hands moved from behind her back to her hair, twirling it between her hands, looking like a doll. Best friends? Really? This would be a good time to slot her throat right? No I had to wait. Wait till I get all the information out of her. Fiona was going on without a care, the gentle night breeze rustled her nightdress and it won't have been a nice sight, but for her hair in a mess and the look in her eyes. "He was bad in bed too. My ex boyfriend was way better than him at the art, than he could ever dream off. Those nights, gosh " She gasped full of pity for herself.

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?

“Yes. You wanna meet her?” Fiona’s face brightened. “Sure! I would love to. Besides, I have heard her beauty is sophisticated and admirable.” “You bet she is. I once had a crush on her when she was younger.” Fiona looked at the still-sleeping Anaztasia. “Is she more beautiful than her?” “For me? My girlfriend is obviously the most beautiful one in my eyes. But in terms of reality, Rozelyn is indeed more beautiful.” “Then I would like to meet her then,” Fiona’s smile grew wider as she scented the handkerchief. Lavender and lemon verbena flooded her nose. It had such a sweet fragrance like some scent of a forgotten goddess that she just managed to know today.

“Oh stop being a grouch Rowan. We both know I did not break into your house.” A grouch? This makes it the second time someone was calling me that—the only difference between the two of them is that I love one and I hate one deeply. With every single blood in my veins and as long as my heart keeps beating. Fiona was a renowned designer who focused on creating women's lingerie. She was good at her job, I'm not going to lie. She was everything a man would want in a woman, she was successful, passion-driven, and took no shit from anyone—something I liked in a woman.

Fiona take a chair and sit next to Paul Henry, while watching him pick up shallots, while holding the phone to take a few pictures. After happily photographing the neatly arranged basket of shallots,Fiona just left the camera software, went to F******k, she saw F******k Shows unread messages. Open F******k out, inside there is a new friend, named Grigh Ded, make friends through contacts link. Fiona glanced over Paul Henry Instinctively, backing away, in case he saw the phone screen. Fiona clicks to make friends, when editing the name,Fiona The devil makes the three words "Uncle" actually written "Grigh Ded”.

Daughter of the late Hugo liam Jordan, and her late mother name was Kimberly Hanna Jordan, a former Beta male of the vengeful eyed pack. I am 19 years old. You know that kind of height; I'm neither very tall nor very short. I have injuries all over my pale body. There is not a single area of my body that is free of blemishes or wounds. Silvery eyes are something I have. The name of my wolf is Fiona. With hazel brown fur, she has cream-colored hair. She has blue eyes, that's for sure. Lastly, she has been thinking a lot about her partner, lest I fail to add that.

When she seems to be still, I looked at Roscoe again and raised a brow to his ‘tired’ look. What? Is pretending to be a victim from the same kind of judgment a part of his game? “Lucianna, look at Fhoxia.” he started. I didn’t listen to him and my focus remained at him which made him sigh. “Fhoxia is not a living thing. The reason that she looks like this and speak like that is because she is but a soul sent from the Moon.” “Stop making stories, you fucker!” How can that be true?! I can see Fhoxia, she is real, she might not have a presence that I may sense BUT she is not a hallucination or ghost or a soul that this bastard claims to be!

The last of my reservations about him disappear. “Fuck, Allie, you gonna bring the menagerie?” A short, pale female shifter with a nose ring and a mohawk of black hair stalks up. She crosses tautly muscled arms over her chest and sunlight flashes on the huge skinning knife she’s carrying. I step between her and Jasmine. “Don’t be silly, Fiona,” Rey says, and puts the wild rabbit down. “Go on,” she encourages until it hops off. Rey heads over to Fiona, and hugs her side, laying her head on the tiny goth

I walked to her, taking her hands in mine. "She must be Fiona," Diya, who had approached us, said. "I'm sorry, I'm Diya, a friend of Alexander's." Fiona looked at me, wearing a smile as she shook hands with Diya. "I'm Fiona, Alexander's girlfriend. Congratulations on opening your art gallery."

She is going to make this worse with her big mouth. “What would you have Luna Xena do, Princess? Make up the bed for them and cheer them on?” Ryan asks Fiona. Just great. He is going to try and score some points over this. “I did not say that. Gwen is his true mate. Xena should understand and not act like a dictator,” Fiona just can’t keep her mouth shut. I should get up and punch her big mouth, but I can’t. Sitting so close to Gwen is driving me crazy. This pull is making it hard for me to think. I don’t even know when I held her hand and intertwined my fingers with hers.