Fiona Loud House

At a classmate’s wedding, everyone joked with me, "So when are you getting married?" I said, "Soon." My girlfriend, Fiona Hartley, said she hadn’t thought about it yet. After we spoke at the same time, she looked at me with undisguised disgust. "When did I ever agree to marry you?" That night, claiming it was out of spite, she went out with friends to a get-together centered around her long-cherished first love. I knew then that she had never intended to marry me. So I didn’t try to stop her. I let the wedding plans continue as scheduled. After all, she was never the woman I wanted to marry in the first place.

The day my husband, Lucas Maxwell, helps his childhood sweetheart—Cecilia Brown, who has cancer—lose her virginity, I leave behind a divorce agreement and walk away. Before I leave, I drop a comment beneath a photo of them on his social media. Their fingers are tightly interlocked in the photo. "Let's get divorced. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness." A minute later, he calls me. "How did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you, Fiona Sinclair? Do you really have the heart to let her die without leaving anything behind?" I sneer, "You're no longer my husband. How is that my problem?" That's when he panics.

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.

Vianna Shina, she didn't really have any goals in mind as she moved through life. An orphan she learned to live her life alone and was an independent person. She was an artist and most of her day was consumed by charcoal and due dates for work she needed to complete. She thought the most dangerous thing in her life was forgetting to eat and passing out on top of one of her canvas and ruining her work. That was until one night while in her studio a loud crash came from outside and what she found changed her life.

“ Caroline and Carl are my babies also. I am their father. You can’t keep them away from me. I won’t tolerate it. I want to be in their lives.” “ Oh yeah!? Now, you want to be their father? Now, you want to be in their lives?” I yelled back, “ Did you forget you never wanted a baby. You fucking asked me to abort them when I told you about my pregnancy.” I snapped, “ Not just that you fucking divorced me.” “ I was an idiot, dammit!” he shouted, slamming his fist on my office desk “ I was an idiot who didn't realize what he had in his life until I lost. I regret giving you a divorce. “ Good, now you live with this regret and the guilt you are feeling because I am not entering you back into my life and especially in my babies’ lives.” I snapped. “ Our babies!” he murmurs, looking at me. “ MY BABIES! ONLY MINE!” I yelled. Ariel Black was married to Ian Sinclair and lived a peaceful and happy life with him until one day, he came with a woman in his arm and demanded a divorce. She tells him that he can’t do that as she is pregnant with his child. Ian was so blinded in love for his ex-girlfriend Fiona that he didn’t see the happiness. After a few years, Ian’s eyes opened when he was betrayed by his lover Fiona and regretted. He regretted everything and started living with guilt until one day there, his path crossed with Ariel, and he found out that he is the father of twins. Now he wants Ariel and his children back in his life no matter what the consequences are, but most importantly, he wants Ariel’s forgiveness from her heart.

Julian Fontaine came to Boston University with one goal: win the annual skating championship. He is a focused and disciplined figure skater with no time for distractions. Asher Beckett on the other hand is a loud golden-boy hockey jock, and the last person Julian wants anywhere near his ice. But when sharing a rink turns into stolen glances and unexpected late-night practices, Julian starts to wonder if falling for Asher might be the one risk worth taking. Because love, like skating, is best when you finally let yourself fall.

In the final seven days after I decided to depart for good, I transformed into the daughter my family had always dreamed of. I conceded to Remy's every whim, never to fight or deny her. When she wanted to use my work for a contest, I deferred. When she wanted me out in the frost and howling wind, I did just that. My quiet compliance led my family to think that I had learned the error of my ways. "You've finally accepted that you owe Remy so much, and that you have to compensate her!" Even until the end, they never understood why I couldn't care less. "Fiona, why aren't you saying anything?" To that, I could only smile. "Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

Summary Of Story: Justina Summers is an eighteen-year-old who hasn't shifted yet. After seeing her Mate, who has been ignoring the mate bond, and her Best friend kissing at her seventeenth birthday party, she asks her mom if she could move with her Aunt Fiona in the Half Moon Pack, and her mom agrees. A year later, She is summoned back to the Full Moon Pack by her Alpha and has no choice but to return to the Pack she never wanted to step foot into again. What will happen when she is forced to confront her past? What will happen when her Mate, the new Alpha of the Pack, tells her that everything he did in the past was to protect her? Will she believe him and give him a chance, or will she reject him? You will have to read to find out!

" It's a contract. You will be my groom, just for sixty days… ", her loud but annoying voice echoed in his ear. She sat at the edge of the table, " I will hire you to be my groom, and I'll pay you immediately after the contract is over. Don't ever refer to me as your wife, because nothing is binding the both of us together." " No sex. No love. No kisses. No feelings. You are just a hired groom for sixty days. Live your life the way you want it, but not for these sixty days ", she narrated further.

The Rowan estate has stood for centuries, its walls bearing witness to generations of triumph, tragedy, and a quiet, inescapable weight. Known for influence and misfortune, the Rowans guard a secret: the house is a memory vessel, absorbing the emotions and events of its inhabitants. Only one child per generation—“the one who carries it”—feels its imprint. For Jace Rowan, that child is him. Haunted by flashes of his brother Elias’s mysterious death in the sealed west wing, Jace lives with hallucination-like memories, déjà vu, and a physical sensitivity to the house’s presence. When Ava arrives at the estate, the house takes notice. Her father’s disappearance connects her unknowingly to the Rowans, and her grief fuels an emotional resonance the house cannot ignore. Objects from her past—her father’s watch, sketches of the west wing, and a brass key—materialize mysteriously before her, drawing Ava deeper into the estate’s labyrinth of memory. Jace knows the danger: the west wing reacts to emotion, and Ava’s connection could awaken truths meant to remain buried. As tension mounts, Ava and Jace confront both the house’s power and their own growing fears. The west wing does not seek to harm but to claim understanding—feeding on memory, fear, and revelation. In the shadows, a presence lingers, one that Jace fears is connected to Ava’s father. Bound by fear, curiosity, and an unspoken attraction, Ava and Jace must navigate a house that remembers, reacts, and judges, uncovering secrets about Elias’s death, Ava’s father, and the legacy of the Rowan family itself. In a world where emotion is power and the past is never truly gone, the house holds its breath—and waits to see who will survive its memory.