Novel & Cerita Fiona Gallagher Death

The once-proud pack elder could barely recognize his own reflection. Kane was now lying on the bed in the infirmary, his wolf lost consciousness as drinking for long time. Jim had fled to a university across the country, severing all but the most obligatory contact with Luke. The man was but a ghost haunting an empty house. As for Fiona? The AIDS diagnosis had been the final nail in her coffin. She was spotted begging on street corners before being chased away like vermin days ago. "Your killers got what they deserved, Emma." I traced the engraved characters on the tombstone.

The door opened again and Diamond, Ricardo, Darion, and a few policemen came in. “God" Diamond gagged and got down in front of her sister. "No, no, Fiona please don't do this," she says as she holds her hands. Fiona stared at her and smiled at her. “I'm sorry for everything, I was bad to you and I can't apologize enough. I'm sorry, I hope you find..." she couldn't finish her words as her eyes closed and she quit breathing. "What is going on? Why is she not breathing?" Liam dropped the bloody clothes in his hand as he sat on the ground. "She is gone, she is dead"

I took the flower from his trembling hand, and as he looked at me with hope in his eyes, I threw it to the ground and crushed it under my foot. I spoke softly, “Don’t you know? Fiona Lincoln has been dead for a long time. You killed her. When she was bedridden and suffering, you were in the next room, fooling around with the housekeeper.” His shy smile shattered. His face twisted in agony as if he suddenly remembered everything. He dropped to his knees, desperately clawing at the flower embedded in the cement. “I’m sorry, Fiona. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me… please forgive me…”

I had no appetite and I definitely wasn’t feeding that psycho. She was going to die anyway. I was going to make sure her body is never found. I had tore up all the photoshopped pictures she had of us both. Who knew I had agreed on a blind date with someone so insanely obsessed with me. By the time Diego found him, he looked so shaken even after confirming it was me. And he started to beat himself up for not digging deep enough to realize Fiona was working with Gael. If he had knew, he would have tracked her down and they would have found me sooner. I was told Gael was in jail. And he never for once spoke about Fiona.

Then she heard Sharon say, “That’s right. I was the one who sabotaged your car. I caused your car accident, but… it was you who wronged me first! You and Sheryl wronged me!” Fiona spoke with more and more hate, but halfway through, she started crying instead. Not sure from regret or resentment. Sharon was shocked. She stood there, forgetting to leave. Everybody said Silas Zachary died in a car accident. Nobody would have thought that there was a conspiracy in this—it was his wife who killed him! Listening to Fiona, it was he who had wronged her. Otherwise, she would not have been so ruthless. Sharon saw Fiona burn a photograph in front of the plaque. “Didn’t you like her? Okay then, let her

Marcello said and my anger rose. I slammed my fists on the table and shot him a murderous glare. “She is not Fiona Walsh, do you understand.” I rose on my full height and pointed my finger at him, “Do not dare to compare her with Fionna. She was weak. She trusted that fucking bastard. She chose to trust her brother over my love. I could keep her happy. She would be alive today if she had chosen me but she was a fool who thought Faolan Walsh would accept me as his sister’s husband. He killed her brutally in front of me. I saw her bleeding to her death, her breathing stopped in front of me, those green eyes closed in front of me. I can’t forget her last moments. Her face dances in front of my

I asked him. “I thought you will end up like her, the palace is in an uproar.” Orel said, clearly still not making sense to me. “Like who?” I asked frowning and when he looked at my eyes, his voice went soft. “Gwenn, Faye is dead. She was murder last night.”

she sobbed as she kept thanking me, and I returned her smile. Dad and I talked to her about the necessary arrangements for moving them out from here as Jordan, who had moved outside to answer a call, came back with a pale look. “What’s wrong, Jordan?” I asked immediately after noticing how worried he looked. “Fiona’s dead.”

Fiona looked up at me with tear filled eyes, and tear streaked face, but she didn't say anything. "Let's go in," I told her, and we walked silently to her bed. I have so many questions on my mind, but I know now's not a really good time. Fiona was emotionally down, and throwing questions at her didn't seem right. "There's a bug in my room," Fiona said, breaking the silence. I stared at her with my eyes wide open. "Do you mean someone is listening in on our conversation right now?" "Not anymore though," Fiona said. "Tiana is locked up and Tony is dead."

Fiona's fingers had just closed around the gun when the blade hit her. Dead center in the chest. She gasped—a wet, choking sound—and looked down at the dagger protruding from her sternum. Blood bloomed across her shirt, spreading fast. "No," she whispered. "No, this isn't—I was supposed to—" She tried to raise the gun anyway. I was already moving, closing the distance, my hand on her wrist, twisting the weapon away. Fiona's legs gave out. She collapsed to her knees, blood bubbling from her lips.