Fiona Loud House นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Congealed grease clung to my skin, and the room filled with the stench of spoiled food. I pressed my lips together and stood frozen as the filthy liquid dripped onto the floor, forming a small puddle around my feet. The ceiling light flickered, splitting and rejoining the reflections on the floor. I looked at the closed bedroom door, and grief rose inside me. I knocked. "Chloe, open the door. We need to talk." Her muffled, furious voice came from beneath the blankets. "I have nothing to say to you! All you care about is money!

It was different—intense, scary. “Are you okay?” Mother Augusta’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I nodded quickly. “I’m fine.” She studied me for a moment but said nothing more. We continued preparing lunch in silence. The door swung open, and Fiona, one of the kitchen staff, strode in with a sly smirk. “Guess what?” she said to Mother Augusta, who furrowed her brow. Fiona was known as the radio of the mansion—no news ever passed her by.

Both of them thundered downstairs, prompting the others to rush out of their rooms, curious about the commotion. As Fiona chased Nancy, she suddenly flung the duvet into the living room and sprinted outside. Fiona followed, still grumbling. That's when Nancy grabbed the hose and started pouring water on Fiona, drenching her in seconds. The chase came to an abrupt halt as Fiona stood there, soaked. The rest of the family, already gathered in the garden, erupted into laughter at the sight. Fiona's expression, a mix of shock and annoyance, only added to the hilarity.

She took Fiona to the main kitchen, showed her the art gallery, the library, the guest room thereby giving Fiona a tour of the mansion. "Wow this place is very large and classy. " Fiona commented Gideon's room the moment they walked in. She saw the golden plaited clock, the luxurious bed and furniture which made the room look like a five star hotel suite. "I told you my son has a good taste. " Gideon's mother told her. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable. I will be downstairs incase you need anything. " Gideon's mother told her. "Thank You so much Mrs. Romero. " Fiona said hugging Gideon's mother. "Well you are the next Mrs. Romero so we might want to reserve that title for you. " Gideo

Tracy informed them and the room was silent. Waves of shock had been sent down their spines after Tracy made that revelation. *** Fiona was back at the Parker house and she was mad. She wiped the glasses that were on the dining table onto the ground and the sound of broken glasses echoed in the room. She got hold of a stick from the kitchen. Stood in front of one of the flower vases and kept hitting it with all her might. "Fiona, Fiona," Cynthia screamed. But she didn't mind her mother-in-law

But Stella had already blocked her. “That bitch. She just keeps making trouble. How is she this good at stirring things up?” Summer, who had been silent the entire time, had heard every word. Seeing how furious Fiona was, she asked, “Did she really burn Inkwood House down? Then where’s she going to live now?” “Where?” Fiona snapped. “On the street, obviously. The Wright family doesn’t have an extra house lying around for her.” She was furious. Summer’s face darkened too.

Fiona, who was sharpening her nails, glanced displeasedly at her daughter, and scolded as she went to answer the phone: “You can only focus on those branded goods. Don't worry about studying, your achievements really embarrass me." Mery didn't even glance at her, and argued loudly: "You won't inherit Emerald after all, there's no use in studying." Fiona trembled with anger, but Mery's words were so true that she couldn't say anything. Frustrated, picking up the phone, Fiona shouted: "Who's that?!" Shelly's smile grew brighter but her eyes glowed with blood red, what a nostalgic voice. "Hi. Can I ask if this is Miss Forge's phone number who wants to sell the mansion number 3, XX Street?"

To wash away the shame, she made this event even bigger than the first. Marissa spent a fortune booking the massive screens along the Harborfront and arranged a twenty-four-hour live broadcast. She turned Sophie's comeback operation into a citywide spectacle. Everyone in Harbor City knew about it. Countless people camped in the live-stream. Within half an hour, the online audience broke one million. On the eve of the match, Sophie came to me on purpose, looking sensible and sincere. "Adrian, the Foster family isn't my responsibility alone." She looked up at me, her tone full of honesty.

"When you become Luna, you can make whatever changes you wish to make to the pack house. For now, you're still a stranger." Maryanne's face turned grim. "Stranger? So you do know I'm a stranger and yet you asked me to marry you?" "Walk away if you want." He said. "This is the north wing. Let me take you to the tower and I can show you everything from there." "The tower is on the 11th floor?" "Floor? Is that what you call it in your packhouse?" Calhoun asked. "That's what it's called everywhere in the real world," Maryanne answered. "Corridor is just the hallway."

He couldn’t bear to see her that way. “We would be home soon Baby.” He said in a shaky voice and she nodded slowly. He increased the AC level to a higher one so she could feel a little comfort. But this didn’t seem to work. She was all sweaty. She shut her eyes and tears rolled down her eyes, She was feeling pains all over. “Please just some few minutes more,” Landon said in tears. He got to the house and drove in after opening the gate using its remote control. Thank goodness those stupid reporters weren’t there anymore.