Fiona Loud House Novels & Stories

After all, the woman before Sandra was the future Mrs. Lodge. Sandra chirped, "Of course! One thing though—I don't get why you are unwilling to move into the Lodge residence just yet. Isn't that great? I heard their place is as huge as a palace, and their gardens are larger than my house! Why are you so stubborn?" Fiona blushed shyly. "Well… Actually… I'm a little scared." She did not lay it out, but her roommates understood what she meant by that.

Lorenzo growled, his voice low and gravelly as he leaned against the doorframe. Fiona rubbed her eyes, her tone dry. “Same half-dead man who’s somehow loud enough to bark like a rabid dog.” Lorenzo’s expression darkened. He limped closer, rage visible in his eyes. “What did you just say, you damn slut?” Fiona stood from the bed, glaring. “You heard me, you weak fool.” Without warning, Lorenzo surged forward, grabbing her by the neck from behind. Fiona gasped, struggling for breath as her fingers clawed at his grip, but with a determined shove, she pushed him off balance and stumbled free, coughing.

They were all pretty wasted though so cab seemed a best option. As soon as Fiona opened the door with her spare key, she first heard a slow sound coming from the living room, television is on, she realised though it took few minutes for her drunken state to notice her parents sleeping on the couch, leaning into each other. Her heart warmed looking at her caring parents.

Chapter 50 Fiona was in the garden trying to trim and cut off the edges of overgrown flowers, when she heard the gate opening. She stopped what she was doing in high hopes. The house has been boring if not for Martins that sometimes speaks with her. She peeped, leaping up to see if it was Mr Lyon's car coming in or another Wendy. It was! Lyon’s car pulled into the compound and barely stopped when Fiona came running out of the house, almost stumbling as she rushed toward them.

Fiona Forger looked at the closed dark wooden door, raising and lowering her hands several times before she dared to knock. 'Miss Forger, come in.' Damian Desmond's familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the ear, from a tiny walkie-talkie near the door. Fiona Forger couldn't help but rush into a space all his own. God, this office is so big! Moreover, they all use industrial glass as a partition; just stepping in and scanning the eyes can immediately understand the interior layout, working area, bar, gym, indoor swimming pool, and golf training area inside. The house even has a hanging garden on the balcony, with many unique flowers and plants blooming...

"Who would dare look at my woman? I'll gouge their eyes out. How can you be so alluring, Lori? I don't even want to return to the palace whenever I touch you." Fiona silently watched as Michael started taking Lorraine's clothes off while dragging her into the house. She didn't take her eyes off the house until the candles were put out. Then, she laughed quietly before turning and leaving. She traversed the night alone. Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder. It was going to rain soon. Fiona had always been afraid of thunder, but it was as if she couldn't hear it now. She slowly walked along the dark streets like a soulless zombie.

While I was crying like a madwoman in the hallway with everyone staring, just one wall away, Lionel was covering Eva's ears. "What's all that noise outside?" Fiona asked. Lionel replied casually, "It's a hospital, and people die here all the time. It's normal! Don't be scared. I'm here for you and Eva." After passing out countless times from crying outside the morgue, I checked my phone. Fiona had posted a new photo on social media showing Lionel sitting by her hospital bed, embracing her and Eva Haywood like a happy family. The caption read, [We survived. We're one loving family.]

After a week of getting ready, Fiona showed up at our place with Judy, dragging her suitcases and big bags along. She stood in the living room, a little excited while looking the place over. I knew exactly what she wanted. Same as last time, she wanted to move right in. "Which room will I stay in?" she asked. I pretended to be clueless. "Stay? Who said anything about you staying here?" Fiona went bright red because she still had her luggage with her. Lara struggled to get up from the couch with her bump, and I rushed to help her. I said to Judy, "Show Fiona around the house. We only need daytime help; nine to six will do."

he laughed bitterly, “but your high school sweetheart already did us all a favor and turned it into an empty parcel of land. For sale.” My brows furrowed. “Look, I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” “Fiona—or what the heck is her bloody name—thanks to my stray here for the information, burned my house to the damn ground!” “Dominique. Why would Fiona want to burn down your house?” “There you go with the bloody questions again!” he snapped. “Maybe she burned it down because her mommy didn't teach her not to play with fire as a kid!” A coughing fit interrupted him.

Fiona pleaded with puppy eyes. "Okay mom I've agreed now would you please excuse me I have to take a shower" Austim said as he started going to his room. "Thanks, son, I'll publish it and try to find the best for you!" Fiona responded as she started hatching a mischievous plan in her head. Her cell phone rang making her clear her thoughts and pick up the call. "Hello" She said to her husband's PA. "Hello ma'am, there's trouble and you need to get home quickly" The PA said with panic which made Fiona scared.