Fiona Loud House Novels & Stories

Back in the living room, Mrs Haward, Mori and James were celebrating Jason losing the Hotel with drinks in hand. The noise of their celebration went straight to Fiona's room and she decided to come out of her room. She wanted to know more about what was going on without asking. "James," Fiona called out as she took slow steps towards the living room where the celebration was going on. "James," she called out again but James could not hear her amidst all the noise they were making with the clinking of glasses, laughter and loud chatting.

" Never mind, dear. I ought to rush off to the office now. I'll have my breakfast at work. But make sure Fiona lacks nothing and call me if anything pops up, OK" He expressed exiting the house in a hurry. " okay, sir", Gina replied. On the other side of the house, Mrs. Fiona lay lazily on the bed with her baby bump, fast asleep. FEW HOURS TIME "Aaaah- aahhh " a loud scream eluded, Fiona's room which sent, Gina and the others wondering with panic. "what is that?–why is Mrs. Fiona screaming?" Agnes ,the silly one among them queried which sent Gina and Lizzy's deadly gazes on her.

The front door didn’t stand a chance either. It crashed inward with a deafening sound. Bam!! The door fell off. ****** Inside, Orla was dancing happily in the living room, spinning barefoot across the polished floor. Fiona sat at the grand piano, her fingers gliding across the keys, a soft melody filling the house. They were all smiles doing what is best for them. Orla must be feeling like everything they did no one will know. Orla danced so beautifully to the sound of the Piano. The music suddenly died mid-note.

Instead, Fiona finally came. It was about 10 p.m.. The quiet factory instantly created quite a commotion and the lights were brightly lit. Ivanka leaned against the corner of the wall and saw the lights outside. The next moment, she heard a faint sound. Ivanka pressed her ear against the door. The door had no soundproofing, so she heard everything. Mr. George seemed very happy and showed his respect to Fiona. He said, “Fiona, good to see you. Please come in.”

If the matches were canceled, the financial loss would be too great. Lucas knew he was the one causing trouble, so he agreed to Mr. Lopez’s condition. That night, after finishing a match, Lucas returned home exhausted. The moment he opened the door, he sensed that something was wrong. The lights in the living room were on. Had Nina come back? But she had said she would be staying at a friend’s place for a while. “You’re back.” A familiar voice sounded. Fiona sat on the living room sofa in a white dress, with a long soft-blue knit cardigan draped over her shoulders. Her long hair fell smoothly over them.

Kennedy opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, my body gave another weak, involuntary hit against the door. Zane stopped mid-step. “Again,” he said sharply. “I heard that.” Fiona moved quickly, stepping into his path. “Where are you going, big brother?” she said with a forced laugh, blocking him completely. “There’s nothing there, really. Just rats. The basement hasn’t been fumigated in a long time. You know how old this house gets” Zane looked down at her. And for the first time, his voice dropped lower. “Move.”.

"Fiona is dead." * * *

A loud voice came from upstairs but the two ignored. "Let me out, let me out. If you don't, I will kill and hurt myself, Mom, Daddy, Mr Liam, anyone, please let me go, please" Fiona yelled but no one heard her pleas, Claudia was asleep and even if she woke up, she could hardly move her body, and her husband had locked them inside the room. They can't go out or come out, this was his way of making them perfect again, it was hell and they had no idea when it would stop or maybe they just continued in this hell forever.

“Bravooo, hijueee!” Fiona shouts, clapping as the camera zooms in on Edward’s face. Jenna is blowing a whistle with her mouth, practically bouncing on the couch. We are all at my seven-bedroom residence on Bay Road. Everything around us is spotless but still feels lived in—comfortable without being cold. I like that about this place. It has space to breathe. Space to hold the people I care about.

"We’ll shoot the wedding photos when I’m back. My mom will go with you tomorrow to look at the house. If there’s anything you don’t like, just make a note of it." "Baby, who are you talking to?" Gavin’s voice came from the other end of the line. Fiona hurriedly pulled the phone away. I didn’t expose her and just said, "Okay." Then I hung up. Iris was in the kitchen, cooking. The entire apartment was filled with the smell of food. The call had been on speaker, so she must have heard everything. She brought the dishes out from the kitchen. "We’re also going to see the house tomorrow." After thinking for a moment, she added, "With my mom."