Fiona From The Giver Novels & Stories

"Whoa, you look beautiful in everything." "Thank you, what is it?" "Oh! Alpha Jason and his daughter, Hazel, and Alpha Stefan and his grandmother are waiting in the dining, they request your present, my lady." "Call me, Fiona, I am not alpha Stefan's mate and we are not in love.' "But my lady..." "No, but, Fiona is perfect, right here, I am nothing, even if you think I am important.' She gasped then nodded. "What is your name?" "Simi!" She replied, I gave her a nod, as I tried to test her name on my lips.

They now haunted her. “He looked.” Fiona giggled and pointed at her own face. “Like… me” The innocent words struck Nora much harder than they should have. “He looked like he knew you?” Nora raised her brows. She tried not to be surprised anymore. Her daughter had the blood of an Alpha running in her and was much more advanced than any other child of her age. Fiona nodded vigorously. Then, after stuffing another tiny bite into her mouth, she looked up again. “Mama…”

I am on the third page when Fiona appears in the kitchen doorway in her robe, her hair loose around her face, squinting at me with the particular expression she has for two in the morning surprises. "You are a terrible liar," she says, instead of hello. "I have not said anything yet." "You are sitting at the table at two-thirty in the morning writing in the notebook, which means something happened at work, which means I am going to need to be sitting down for this." She pulls out the opposite chair and drops into it and fixes me with the full force of her attention, which has always been considerable. Fiona De Leon, née Ramos, is the most perceptive human being I have ever met and the only p

If you looked closely, she was shaking. "Fiona, are you scared? What scares you? Afraid you won’t be able to handle the truth?" She couldn’t hear me, and she was far past the point of staying calm. Even when her phone started ringing, she ignored it. That was Ryker calling. I watched with a mocking smile as she pulled up at the prison gates. She got out in a rush, slamming her hand against the door, flashing her ID. "I’m Fiona Carter. I’m Xavier Blake’s family!"

I suppose it was nice to see that this woman’s blatant question took us both aback. Fiona. So, that was her name. It suddenly clicked in the back of my mind why this woman seemed so familiar. Fiona was the Alpha daughter of Luna Caroline's pack. And I suppose, theoretically, she was Caroline’s niece. From what I heard about her through the ongoing lines of gossip that circulated through the staff, Fiona often liked to pick fights with other Alpha daughters. Many had commented in the past that she wasn't very attractive. Perhaps it was her aggressive personality that made her so.

She had fox-like eyes, a slim body, and looked quite pretty overall. Most importantly, although her facial features didn't look like it, her style and appearance looked very similar to Evelyn's. Ariana asked, "Who's this?" "Your cousin. She's been living in the country. I told her to stay with us for a few days." Gwen then turned to address the young lady. "Fifi, greet your cousin, Ariana." "Hi, Ariana," the young lady greeted bashfully. "My name is Fiona Piper." Gwen had already told her earlier that she would be living a life just like Ariana as long as she listened to Gwen. Fiona was unable to stop herself from admiring Ariana, who seemed to shine and sparkle in her eyes.

Fiona straightens slowly, pain etched across her face—but beneath it, something like relief. “You passed the test,” she says quietly. My hands tremble. “You don’t get to test me.” “No,” she agrees. “But now I know.” She meets my gaze, eyes shining. “You won’t become what hunts you.” Guards flood the chamber moments later, weapons raised, confusion written across their faces. “Take her,” Ethan orders coldly. Fiona doesn’t resist as they lead her away. She doesn’t look back. When the echoes fade, the chamber feels unbearably empty.

" Fiona's heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't breathe for one moment. Then—quietly—yet firmly—she laid her fork down and replied. "I am not embarrassed of where I was born. I am not trying to wear a ring." Madam Jamaica tilted her head to one side, encouraging her. "So why are you here, Miss Generys?" Fiona looked at him for the first time. She was not trembling. "Because my niece is dying. And I will dominate any room, any configuration, and any question—if it means that I can keep on reporting for duty for her."

Scarlett's POV I noticed that the old woman could read my thoughts because, most of the time I thought about something in my head, she always answered me before I asked her any questions I thought in my head. "Fiona is a human?" I asked in disbelief and the old woman smiled at me. "Yes, she could transform into any creature she desired. Don't be scared my child, Fiona is a sweet girl, you will like her," she said, squeezing my hands. "I know you have a lot of questions to ask but don't worry, I will give you all the answers that you seek." she gave me a reassuring smile before she poured the herbs inside a container and left with it.

“Finrod, for once, call me by my first name.” “Whatever.” He dismissed her, “Who is responsible for that?” “Responsible for what?” He pointed at the baby, “I didn’t know humans can get pregnant and give birth for two and a half days!” Ellaine was totally flabbergasted. Margarette laughed so hard she hit Finrod with her spell book. “Blockhead. The baby’s not hers. She’s Yntreia, the princess of the pixie clan.” “The Queen gave me pixie dusts in exchange for taking care of her daughter.”