Fiona Loud House Novelas e Histórias

I groan when I remember that particular situation I still have to mend, and Sarah laughs before looking at the clouds outside of the window. ** "Welcome back! How was your flight?" Fiona welcomes us back warmly, almost like she doesn't know the chaos that happened with Sebastian at the Seattle airport. But I know she does, because she also looks uneasy. "It was good," Sarah smiles. "Has the place been quiet without us?" Fiona laughs as the housekeepers take our things, "Yes, it has. And also rather boring." I hear voices in the kitchen, all male voices. I grit my teeth as Fiona casually leads us towards the entrance, but it is then I realize that the kitchen is the only way to get outside to

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.

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.

Fiona grabbed her bag, eyes glassy but determined, and stormed out of the Orchid Room. Once she reached the elevator, her hands shook as she pulled out her phone. Ring. Ring. “Hello?” A small, sleepy voice answered—soft as cotton but with that familiar spark. “Liza Liana,” Fiona breathed. “Baby, how are you feeling?” “Hmm… sleepy. The nurse gave me the super yucky soup again. I pretended to eat it but I fed it to Mr. Floppy.” Her voice brightened a bit. “He’s a brave bunny now. He eats everything.”

Since we have no idea how long we’re going to be in lock-down, we move the kids over to the sofa and flick on the tv to offer some distractions for the little ones. The Luna’s Guards spread out around the room so every door and window is covered, while Ash, Fleur, and Gerrit all remained out in the hallway. ----- ALEKDANDR After we entered the room, Lucas remained in the hallway to speak with Ash, Fleur, and Gerrit. I mind-linked and asked him to keep me updated on any new information about the spy or our current situation so I could focus on Rieka and the kids. Her scent was spiked with fear, but I could tell she was trying to remain calm for the sake of the kids. She gave an overly simpl

she said softly. I stroked Issa’s shin in small, rhythmic motions. “I know.” “They make the house feel different.” “More damaged?” Fiona laughed under her breath. “More alive.” I looked at her. She was still watching the two of them. Her eyes looked tired, but her smile was still there, faint now—the kind people get when they’re picturing something far ahead of them. Then she said, easy as anything, “Tomorrow I’m trying again.” “I know.”

Don't smear it dirty with a traitor's blood. Lila gritted her teeth as she sat back into the couch, glasses still on as she pretended to be busy with her phone. "Is there anyone in the house? Steena? Mari? Where are all the maids?" Lila shouted loudly, pissed, when no one came out to acknowledge her presence. She saw bodies freeze in the kitchen. A head peeked out. Fiona was pale. She tried to jump back inside the kitchen before Lila could notice her. "Doctor Fiona, is that you?" Lila took off her glasses and stared at her.