Fiona Gallagher Death Novels & Stories

“Something happened the night Gaby died.” The room stilled. Even Syl turned. “What happened?” Kent asked. “I can’t tell you,” Cillian said. “But I can tell you this however, I offered Fiona a deal, I know she’s thinking about it right now.” Kent narrowed his eyes. “A deal?” Cillian shrugged. “To turn herself in and get lesser sentence.“ “You think she’ll take it?” “She was shaking,” Cillian said flatly. “She knows she’s finished. There’s no way out.”

“I’m telling you the truth. Heather didn’t go overseas. She died four years ago; it was the second year you sold her off to the club. She was murdered. The murderer mistook her for Fiona and killed her. We lied to you that she went overseas because we did not want you to bother her anymore. She died because of you! You owe her for life! Don’t you know that?” It turned out that I had misunderstood them. They had said that I went overseas because they did not want Rob to harass me. Sally refused to admit that I was her mother, and Liam chose to be my affair partner because they wanted to protect me. A single tear trickled down my cheek. It fell onto the floor, but it left no stain. Rob was stu

All I could see was her blood on my hands and in my hair. When I was finally let out, the first thing I checked were the security cameras that weren't able to capture anything, they must have lost connection or Father must have cleared them, I knew he had but one could only hope. It was only when I saw the news on the Tv that I knew what he had done. “Wife of business Mogul Camille Gallagher commits suicide at 38” was in the headlines and everywhere. What was sickening was he told everyone that she was sick, there were even fake doctor reports, and nobody believed me.

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

“Raphael’s dead.” The news made my head spin. My fiancé, Raphael Russo, the rising star of New York’s underworld, was killed in a brutal shootout three days before our wedding. The story was they couldn’t even find enough of him to piece together. As his fiancée, I stood at the front of the graveside, clutching his engagement ring so tight my knuckles turned white. “Cecilia, my condolences.” Raphael’s second-in-command, Leo, walked over and handed me a black umbrella. His face wore the perfect mask of grief. “You were the one the Don loved most. You have to live on for him.”

“If I am going to go back empty, this bully might as well finish the job." Blood ran to my feet as Fiona conjured another fireball. “If I can’t have you, no one can,” she said, her voice muted by the cackles and roaring her fire created. “We’ll be alone forever in the afterlife. Unmated. Unwanted. Just like old times. Un—ggh!” Her voice suddenly cut off as a punching sound filled the air. Her fire died out just as swiftly as it had created. Her eyes traveled to her side where a metal rod was sticking out. She turned back to lay her eyes on who had done such a thing. My eyes followed and it was none other than my mother. Fiona cried. Her fingers stumbled for the rod and she proceeded to pull

He may not live too long. “What happened to Fiona Bloomington? She was on the far end pole in the last combat,” I asked, hopeful. “I’ll tell you if you promise to kill me after,” he mumbled. Yeah right, what was he going to do if I lied? I nodded. “She threw herself off Ghost Hollow, it’s a cliff no one goes to. We don’t know she got away but her death killed our Beta. She was mate…” he whispered, as he began to gurgle blood.

She loved to hear tales like these. "I didn't even know what was going on at that time. I was only interested in Athena so I didn't quite fancy any of them." "Who's Fiona though?" Daniel, who had been listening, asked. "Oh, Fiona's is Griffith's daughter. But she's dead. Athena executed her." "Yeah, you said so." Daniel said with pity in his voice. Ciara, who was still watching the young ladies, suddenly had a wicked idea. She pulled Alex by the arm till he was close enough to her. She raised her tiptoes and whispered into his ear.

she started, and I couldn't hear my heartbeat quicken. I turned to face her, “Fiona…” “Yes that one, tragic what happened to her no?” she muttered with a small smile. “I don't understand. What happened to Fiona?” I asked, my eyes stung with tears. “There was a freak accident, unfortunately, she died, she had been volunteering at the animal shelter” she started. “She was?” “She was your friend and you didn't know this? Some friend you are!” she snickered. “What the hell happened Maria!” I exclaimed, fear choked me as I spoke