Spy Family Fiona Novels & Stories

"Apparently after the funeral, Liam's lawyer was supposed to go over to his house yesterday and read the will to Liam's wife, at least the part that he asked the lawyer to read to her, after that he was to meet Ryan and read the remaining part to him but he didn't even leave his home, someone attacked and killed him, they razed his house to the ground leaving no evidence of anything there, not even the papers he was supposed to take to Liam's house, his office was also burned down, everything, both the original and back up files were all lost" Spade listened with rapt attention, all the while trying to curb the anger rising inside of him, he balled his hands into a fist on his side, clenchin

Fiona had been content after her marriage until Aria's kidnapping and Mindy's arrival disrupted her life. Waymond had advised Fiona to be more cautious, suspecting Owen's involvement. She had failed to control her emotions during their confrontation, much like she had just now when she spaced out. Fiona understood why her family was disappointed with her. Still, she felt regretful and sad when Richard and Waymond didn't show up today. Aria was reclaiming her identity that day. It would have been comforting if her brothers had been present, especially since they had doted on Aria.

But before I could answer, my father spoke. "You were attacked," he said bluntly. "By a creature sent for you." Fiona’s eyes widened, and she looked back at me, confusion and fear warring on her face. "Sent for me? Why?" I took a deep breath, my grip tightening on her hand. "There’s… something you need to know, Fiona. Something about your family." Her brow furrowed in confusion. "My family?" My father stepped forward, his eyes locked on hers. "You are part of an ancient bloodline, Fiona. A line connected to an old prophecy—a prophecy that foretells the end of the age of wolves."

“But please promise me that I won’t get into trouble for what I’m about to tell you, you’re a good person and that’s why I thought it’d be wrong for me to keep this from you.” “Speak, nothing will happen to you and you won’t get into any type of trouble because of it.” “Okay, what I want to talk to you about is Eve. Before she was abducted or before you placed money on her, she has been visiting Fiona too much.” “Who is Fiona?” “Fiona is an undercover witch who’s known for having a lot of potions and spells, and she lives beside my house. Eve sneaks there and leaves at night when she’s sure no one sees her or recognizes her, but I do.”

He'd lost his father when he was twelve. “Have you heard of EC?” Fiona asked instead. That stopped Lyra. She'd heard of EC… vaguely. She didn't know exactly what it was. She just knew it was probably connected to her mother. “What do you mean?” “I wanted to talk about it over dinner.” “Just tell me now.” Fiona looked around the hallway—Servants were moving around. “Let's talk somewhere private,” she suggested and started walking away. A muscle ticked in Lyra's jaw. Then she followed Fiona.

Rob suddenly spoke as he looked at the moon. “Heather, I believe you’re not dead. You’re watching me from a different place, right?” I was shocked. Could he see me? No, he could not. I comforted myself. He was just talking to the moon. Rob did not know how unjust my death had been. He continued to talk to himself. “The kid that I saw a few days ago had the same right red pupil as you. Is she our daughter?” I could not let Rob find out the truth about Sally. The suspicion had just formed when it was immediately interrupted. He received a call telling him that Fiona had slit her wrist in the bathroom. She had already been sent to the emergency room, and she was in a critical condition.

“And oh, I told them we went to a spa and you fell asleep.” “Well, this is spa.” She grins as she picks the phone and places it against her ear. “Hey, Landon. I just had a very good nap, you and Logan should..” Her voice trails off as I leave the room. Turning right, I knock on Fiona's door before opening it. “She's up.” Luckily, Fiona has a spare room on her floor where she carries out private research and all. That way, no one comes here or knows about it. She is on a call so she nods at me. “Call you back? I have a patient to attend to.”

Rael asked Fiona again. Fiona's eyes were filled with sadness, "My dad is a Toga blood people (Used to refer to ordinary people – Not werewolves.), and my mother is a werewolf. Accordingly, my bloodline is not pureblood, so my magic is always weak with people with pure blood. That's why I got into E-class but I always tried my best, Miss. Rael. But all of Hana's mistakes made class E a swamp that increasingly engulfed us into it. Time, desired lessons, benefits, and everything," Fiona sobbed. "Miss Rael, no one wants to be wicked of their dreams. But we have no choice."

I hear the opening and closing of a door, and footsteps moving closer. "How is she?" Holden asks softly. "I don't know man.. The doctor just said the bullet hit Lizzie's spinal cord. Unless her wolf can heal, she may never walk again." Dean replies, "did you speak to Fiona?" Fiona? Who's Fiona? I only know one Fiona and she's dead. "She's in a whole lot of shit man. She did this! I am so angry at her! Who would do that? Seriously? To her own flesh and blood?"