Fiona Gallagher Crying Novels & Stories

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

It would probably be better if it turned out to be a movie, then there would be a greater chance that a policeman or other daredevil would appear, who is not afraid of the murderer. - Help me... Somebody save me...- she tried to scream, but could not let out anything but a pleading whisper, her throat tightened with fear completely.- "Oh God... Save me, please."- at the same time in her mind Ye Eun prayed as fervently as she never did in relatively short time of her twenty-two years of life. Before her eyes the memories began to fly: the mother's face, friends, her beloved boyfriend, an older brother... Ye Eun squeezed her eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears that would not stop flowing. T

He kicked at my door when I noticed a folded note with familiar writing on it. "Rian, hand me that. The note at your foot." "It's pointless, I got the same one. It must be coded." Liam. "Where's Fiona?" Rian started throwing my shit around the room, "BROTHER WE HAVE TO SAVE HER! I don't have time for this bullshit! Fiona's probably off with sulking over Liam somewhere." I passed Rian and went to straight to Fiona's door. She opened up once I announced myself. I could see the tracks of her tears. Was she sad because her best friend was murdered by her own father or because she had just been sad?

She said, sobbing and wiped her tears on her mom's shoulder. Fiona patted her back. “It's all my fault Orla. I picked up an ungrateful orphan. I only wanted to give her a better life. But instead she turns back and bites the hand that feeds her. You are so ungrateful!! You will die a painful death!!” I smiled. “Fiona I will die but that will be after you all!!” I turned, connecting Lizzy's phone to the screen. A video appeared. The board leaned forward as Fiona’s own voice filled the room, low and venormous.

Falcon said. "Besides Jasmine never really had good friends like us. That's why Fiona's death is affecting her so much." Lila said. "Not to mention Fiona was really nice." "She was your skin doctor, Lila. I wonder why you didn't cry." Falcon remarked. "I don't need to shed tears in front of the cameras to show I grieve her death. We weren't that close either." "But you knew Fiona for a longer time than Jasmine." "I posted a video as a tribute to her, dude. What else do you want me to do?" Lila chewed on her tongue after snapping that.

Clara said Fiona nodded her head cleaning her tears after picking up some courage, she cleaned her tears and left the restaurant. As she walked in the cold night William followed her until he saw her picking up a bag at the front of an apartment. " Should I help you with that?" William asked for Fiona to turn with her swollen eyes. “oh my goodness! What happened to your eyes?" William asked for Fiona to clean her tears. “What do you want from me huh?" Fiona asked for William to sigh. “I'm sorry for stalking you, I just want to know you. I don't mean any harm" William said for Fiona to turn and continue to walk away.

Fiona's POV As I reached the door, I felt the same electrical charge surge through my body as his hand gripped my arm. I tried to pull away, but I was no match for his strength. He pulled me back towards him as he reached out his other hand to turn my face so I could look at him; but I didn't dare allow him to do so. "Fio... .... Fiona look at me." Reluctantly, I turned back to him. The second my eyes met his own, his eyes seemed to mirror the same pain I was feeling inside. I shook my head, a sob escaping my throat.

Two in the morning. I found over a hundred transfer records on my husband Derek's phone. Every single one was for five, ten, or fifteen dollars. I opened the recipient's Instagram profile and found a feed full of pink hair, smoky eye makeup, and skin-tight low-rise jeans. Underneath was a caption that stung: "Thanks for the hot dogs, Pops. Spoiled again today." And the first person to like the post was my own daughter, Crystal, a well-behaved high school senior.

I started crying. " Sshhh, I can feel you, but always remember that I am still here to be with you, and now we have another family to help us, there are Jordan and Kim," Liz said, " You need to be at your strongest when you're feeling at your weakest" She added I can't stop my eyes from watering, I just buried my face on Liz's shoulders and cried like a baby. Jordan

Right then, a heavy breeze blows into the ballroom from one of the shattered windows, sweeping off the heap of Fiona’s ashes through another window and out into the air until it vanishes out of sight. Gone. “Are you okay?” Liam whispers, squeezing my hand slightly. “Yeah,” I whisper back. “I—” A sudden cry cuts me off and instantly, my anger returns at the sound of that voice. Clarissa. I turn in the direction of her crying voice. She is still bound on the ground but now, she is suddenly no longer crying. She is laughing. Manically. With her eyes piercing into mine. She is laughing through her tears that are running freely down her face, her mascara smearing in dark streaks on her cheeks.