Fiona Loud House Novels & Stories

Someone hiding in the toilet of Fiona’s room smiled, pleased that her plan had succeeded. *Miss Fiona, it’s your own fault for doing evil. You’ll bear the consequences for killing someone. I’m only doing all this for money. But you were far too cruel to be the mistress of this house.* The woman hiding in Fiona’s toilet quickly hurried to the CCTV room in the house so her prank on Fiona would go unnoticed. Meanwhile, Fiona was now in the guest room. Morgan saw his wife enter the guest room. He was curious and wanted to see what Fiona was doing.

Before anyone can speak, Fiona abruptly bursts into the living room from the kitchen. "Lunch is ready!" She exclaims.

I nearly laughed at the Pepto Bismol-pink mini dress that looked more suitable for a cutesy ballerina than a future Luna. As Audrey hurried back into the fitting room with another gown in her arms and a beet-red face, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Shifting the shirts and loafers I was holding into my other arm, I slipped it out and opened my messages. “Finally got cell service! Found a trail,” a text from Peter read. “I think Fiona has a safehouse somewhere up north in Coldclaw territory. No roads, so I’ll have to go on foot. But it’s a good lead.”

She applied some lipstick but then felt it was too deliberate and quickly wiped it off. After waiting for ten minutes, fifteen minutes, and twenty minutes, the sound of water in the bathroom was still loud, but Lucas had not come out yet. Fiona waited anxiously, about to get angry, but suddenly she noticed water seeping out from under the bathroom door. "This kid, did he faint?" Fiona exclaimed and rushed into the bathroom, only to see the double bathtub full of water, the window on the other side wide open, and several damp shoe prints on the windowsill...