Scotty Doesn't Know That Fiona And Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Fiona couldn't get into her laptop either. "What the fuck did you do?" He turned toward Goon #1. "What the hell were you doing? Watch porn on your phone like any other normal human being." "I didn't do this." Goon #1 flung his hand toward the machines. "Out! Everyone, out." Scott held up his hands. "What's going on?" Brat-Fiona-stepped out of her cave, dark circles under her eyes. She wasn't sleeping, which had pleased Scott but no longer mattered.

Whatever happened in the past, they didn't deny me the joy of being with my wonderful girl so I counted myself lucky. "Mama" a smaller voice called and I noticed Scott looking up at me with wide familiar eyes. It felt like I was staring at the male version of Revna and him....calling me mama. "Mama" Revna shook me, clearing my head. "What?" "Scott wants to do everything I do so he wants to call you mama just like I do" she laughed at that and I just stared. Maybe I was only seeing thighs because of what I discovered. "Scott" a sharp voice cuts through the silent moment and I looked up to see Fiona stomping towards us. The light in Scott's eyes diminished as he turned towards his mother.

Fiona looked up at me with tear filled eyes, and tear streaked face, but she didn't say anything. "Let's go in," I told her, and we walked silently to her bed. I have so many questions on my mind, but I know now's not a really good time. Fiona was emotionally down, and throwing questions at her didn't seem right. "There's a bug in my room," Fiona said, breaking the silence. I stared at her with my eyes wide open. "Do you mean someone is listening in on our conversation right now?" "Not anymore though," Fiona said. "Tiana is locked up and Tony is dead."

"Don't. She doesn't know anything." "Really?" Fiona simply smiled at Mark in amusement and turned to nod at her assistant again, who nodded in turn and pulled out a remote to play a certain audio recording.

was my stone cold response. “Oh” my cousin tied her fiery red hair in a ponytail. “Why me? I prefer Lianna more than that bitch.” Her words made me chuckle, “Lianna and Marco are best buddies. Besides, I need you to keep this between us.” “You’ll owe me for this.” I can’t argue with Hannah as much as I used to. It clouds my mind with thoughts of that bitch and her look alike who’s starting to fit perfectly in my life.

Tommy's POV As we get out of the van, I can see that we are at the harbour, and this time I am starting to worry. Can Mary be right? Are we on our way to be executed? I do not know what I'm going to do if we are going to get executed. I am too young to die. I do not want to die. They're taking us to a yacht, and now I'm panicking. Are they going to feed us to the sharks? I want to scream for help, but somehow I know it's not going to help. Everybody who is standing around the yacht or is working on the fishing boats pretends not to see us. Is the story true that nobody wants to see or hear anything when the men in black suits take you out to sea? Is Mary's story true? Surely it cannot be tru

"Mrs. Moretti? Is there something wrong with Mr. Scott's eyes again?" Fiona looked at him, confused. "What do you mean, 'again'?" "But Mr. Scott's eyes... he fully recovered and regained his sight a week ago," the doctor said, "He was so happy. He said he was going straight home to you, to tell you the good news himself." The color drained from Fiona's face. Her eyes filled with a deep, bottomless panic. She shoved Leo aside and stumbled back home.

"You can't do this! I'm still Dad's daughter. He would never agree to let you do this!" Adrian snorted, completely unfazed. "Our Dad? He's the one who married into the Shaw family, not the other way around. He can't even save himself right now. Do you think he can save you?" Rosie froze. At last, she finally realized she was done for. Adrian didn't spare her another glance. To him, she was nothing more than an annoying piece of trash on the floor. "Toss her and all the filth she brought with her out of the hotel at once. They are not allowed to set foot in Cascadia Hotel ever again."

"What kind of trash are you saying? He's my nephew! I raised him, that's all—we're just close, nothing more. You—" Same excuses, same script. But who kisses their "nephew" hard enough to draw blood? Who lies half-naked in bed, wrapped around him? Who clings to him all day like a lifeline? I had a hundred comebacks, but we'd been through it too many times. I was done. I hung up. Powered off my phone. Thought that was the end. Then the pilot shouted, "We've got a chopper on our tail!" The blades thundered louder.

I stood in the center of the living room, stunned by Scott's words. Could my future really be mine to decide? Scott simply left me with one short but meaningful sentence. "When you have thought it through, come see me." Michael opened his mouth, wanting to argue, but Scott's indomitable presence forced every word back down his throat. "Dad, I'll never…" My protest was cut off by a sudden, frantic pounding on the door. The door was forced open, and Fiona stumbled inside, clothes torn, face covered in bruises, utterly disheveled.