Fiona Loud House Novels & Stories

Then he noticed the loud music blasting from the kitchen. Guess what he found there? Yes! Fiona, in all her glory, with a spatula, singing, and dancing. She was singing at the top of her lungs and dancing as if her life depended on it. Now she took the stool and climbed on it to take the sugar from the loft. Because of her petite height, she could not reach it. But still, she was trying hard to get it. You know what, the funny thing here is this time; she was dancing on the stool and her balanced loosed, and she fell.

“Do you all live there?” “I don’t,” the redhead… Fiona said. “I live in town.” “Yeah?” Everly said, thinking she should ask something else but not really able to think of anything else to ask. “Yep,” Fionna said. “My mom teaches kindergarten and my dad is the ag teacher. Fun times.” Alyson giggled. “Fionna has a dry sense of humor. It takes a little getting used to. The rest of us live in Lichton.” “And what do your parents do?” Everly asked, taking a bite of her salad.

Fiona After I get back home, I go straight to take a shower. There were a lot of complaints that were laid before me and at some point, I had to extend it to a different day because Alexa understood that I needed to rest. I walk into the room, and I'm quite glad that Cult is not here because I am expected to have some sort of confrontation with him. I know that will happen so I need to stay away from him. In fact, I need my own bedroom right now. I don't know if I would ever be getting that. So, it's a really a confusing thing. I head over to the cinema room in the pack house, it is one of the most amazing sectors of the house.

he said, making them laugh a little bit. • • • Fiona had managed to invite Ginny to their home, “You know what, I truly appreciate you for coming here. GINNY.” Fiona said while she screamed the last part loudly. “I’m happy that you are helping us sort the expenses of our play GINNY!” Fiona said yet again. “Fiona, what's wrong? Why are you shouting my name?” Ginny asked, curiously with an arched eyebrow. “I didn't even know that I was shouting your name,” Fiona said, staring at her brother's room door.

Third POV The house was silent, only the soft clinking of cutlery and the sound of wine pouring into the glass. Low lighting, candles lit on the dinner table, that rare mother-and-daughter vibe with no rush. Fiona was wearing an oversized gray sweatshirt with baby-pink details, hair tied up in a messy bun, legs folded on the chair like she was a teenager again. Sofia, in a burgundy silk robe, was pouring herself another glass while glancing sideways at her daughter.

And again. Is Ma'am not around? she thought, baffled. But the door was not locked from the outside. Try the doorknob. The thought came to Fiona, and she raised her hand to the silver doorknob, clutched it tight and twisted. The door creaked open. Relieved, she made her way into the big sparkling house. Fiona sighed heavenly and enviously at the prim and proper house. So beautiful and elegantly arranged, not an atom of dirt anywhere.

I growl through our link. “Alpha? I’m on my way, so is Doc,” he replies, his voice strained with worry. “What’s wrong?” “F-Fiona.” I cough, beating on my chest. I don’t take my eyes off Fiona, afraid that if I do, she’ll disappear. “House burned down,” I growl. The inferno still burns behind us, now large enough that neighbors have started coming out. “…at?! Who set th…” I blink against the heat as a woman rushes over, her phone to her ear. She’s yelling something, but I turn my attention back to Fiona.

“Don’t worry. I won’t stay in South City for long. Centurion Group has opened up a new office at Harrison Company, and maybe I’ll get transferred to work there. Both of us can then leave South City and never have to meet these people ever again.” Fiona hurried out of the car and into the living room as she arrived back at the Summers home. “Mom, I’m back!” Susan Lowe, who was sitting in the living room, was shocked when she looked up to see Fiona’s messy hair and stained gown. “What happened?” “Let’s talk upstairs.” Fiona glanced at the maid in the living room before grabbing Susan’s hand and dashing up the stairs with her. Just as she shut the door, she said, “Mom, Yvonne Yates is back. Wha

Fiona announced a few seconds later. “Yeahhhh!” The kids shouted too, their eyes twinkling with excitement. In a matter of minutes, they were inside the house. Amelia and Adrian ran and jumped on the couches in the living room. “You guys stay here; let me get this to my room, okay?" Fiona said, pointing at her bag. “Okay, Grandma," Amelia answered. The house was huge and looked very elegant. The spiraled staircase leading up from the living room had a clear view of the whole room.

The only things that could be heard were the chirping of beds and the faint rustling of leaves. "Tiana!" I called out to her, as I made my way to the old abandoned house we usually spend time together in a long time ago. "Tiana I'm here, where are you? Where's Fiona?!" I yelled, but all my yelling was met with nothing but absolute silence. As I entered into the building which was now a den for cobwebs and various crawling insects I saw Fiona lying weakly on the floor, in the middle of a circle with strange drawings.