Fiona Gallagher Crying Novels & Stories

A hollow, hysterical chuckle choked in my throat, instantly turning into a fresh wave of hot tears that tracked down my cheeks. My hands trembled as I wrapped my arms around my middle, hugging my ribs just to hold myself together. My chest burned. Everything was falling apart. The images flashed behind my eyes in a dizzying, sickening loop—Fiona on her knees, screaming into the dirt while her kind, gray-haired father layed under a blood-stained sheet, dead. The men staring at me like I was some sort of food and the women…. they looked disgusted. And everything, was all my fucking fault.

You two could’ve just stayed twisted together! "You idiot! I was abused in prison. One bout of fever was enough to kill me! Don’t tell me you didn’t know! If you dare touch my sister, I won’t let you off!" I screamed until I had no strength left, collapsing onto the floor, tears pouring down my face. "Xavier." Fiona’s voice suddenly rang out, startling me. I looked at her, only to realize her gaze was empty. She wasn’t looking at me. Strangely, there was a flicker of tears in her eyes.

Tears fell from her eyes like broken pearls. “When you left, a part of me died. I searched the world for any trace of you, swearing I’d find you as long as I was alive. Then, I saw your name by chance in a Sotheby’s catalog. I followed the clues over mountains to get here… and now you don’t want me.” “Javier… I’ll give you time.” Fiona wiped her tears and ran out, stumbling, nearly falling several times.

Fiora appeared thinner than before, her high cheekbones casting shadows over deep-set eyes. She was dressed in a black turtleneck that contrasted with her increasingly pallid face. "Have you no shame, Lina? Why are you still involved with Marco after calling off the engagement?" Fiora's voice was gravelly, her expression weary instead of the expected radiance. I immediately understood what was happening and looked at her with pure derision. I was no longer standing in their way, so all that drama—the pining, the pity, and the "final goodbyes"—lost its justification.

Fiona immediately approached the bars, gripping them tightly, almost pressing her face against them to see what was on the screen. As she gradually read the headline, she grew even more weak-kneed, her lips and hands trembling with anger. "No!!! This can't be happening!" Fiona screamed, losing control inside her cell. "What right do they have to twist me like this? Why are they ruining my image?" Fiona cried out, tossing everything she could find, destroying the items in her cell until her living space was flooded with water from her foset, overturned food and bedding. "If I'm right, you have a lot of followers on social media, right? Of course, they don't know you're a lycan, but now they k

Fiona's POV "Hi, I'm Fio...no, I'm Gabriella Wilson," I smiled warmly at her, noticing the curious look on her face. "You're Gabriella Wilson? The same Wilson?" She leaned against the door, letting her dog play around. "I don't know the Wilson you mean, but I'm Alicia Wilson's daughter," I replied with a smile, hiding the pain in my heart. She burst into tears, drawing me closer, but suddenly her hands slipped away, walls crumbling around us, a powerful wind sucking everything in reach.

Fiona gloated. “Thank you for your honestly Fiona Goldrind.” ***End of Recording*** My hands were trembling so bad I almost dropped the tablet in my hands. Alpha Rowen was quick to take it from me. I didn’t realize I was crying until someone handed me a tissue to wipe my face. The entire courtyard was silent. No one seemed to know what to say. Fiona simply stood there, looking smug, and pride gleamed in her eyes.

She had just finished crying, and her voice trembled uncontrollably as she spoke. Darwin immediately sensed something was wrong, “Fiona, what’s the matter?” “If you could find out that I saw Dagmar, then find out what’s wrong with me,” Fiona hung up and switched off her phone. She looked at the photograph of her mother, radiating youth and visible happiness. Tears streamed down her face without stopping. “Mom, don’t worry, I won’t let those who harmed you go unpunished!” Fiona gritted her teeth and vowed. Alice! Ken Ji! And Janna Rhoads! It was these people who ruined her mother, causing her to spend her last few years in despair and pain.

She then turned towards the still kissing couple, Neil and Gwen, thinking they might’ve stopped after hearing her unsaid request to vacate the room but no, and she shouldn’t have dared to see. Fiona quickly closed her eyes, nibbling hard on her bottom lip while fisting her right hand at the side and held her churning stomach with the left, trying to calm herself from puking by taking deep breaths. “Darla, take them out” requested Fiona ever so politely while walking towards her balcony for fresh air and a view that didn’t involve lips licking. “I feel terrible” She yelled scaring the redhead.