Fiona In The Giver Novels & Stories

Fiona As I stood there frozen under Orion’s piercing gaze, not knowing the next words to say, the sound of a running footfall could be heard coming towards us. Both our heads snapped to the direction where the sound was coming from, and I wasn’t surprised to see Rhena running towards us. She halted a few feets from us, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her eyes darted from Orion’s face then back to mine repeatedly. “Alpha,” she gave a small bow, acknowledging his presence before turning to me.

“You are my mate.” Lillian stood frozen behind the doors. Her hand covered her mouth. The Lycan King… The most powerful man in all the kingdoms… Had chosen Fiona. Not her. Fiona. The girl she had always looked down on. For the first time, Lillian couldn’t force the fake smile onto her face. Jealousy burned in her eyes. And as she watched the two people in the garden… A dangerous thought began forming in her mind.

Who could that be? I peeped through the little opening at the edge of the gate. A slender young lady, slightly above average in height, with brown skin and light-colored hair, stood before me. “Nina or whatever you call yourself, I want you to get rid of whatever is growing in your womb this minute because there is no way I’m letting you blackmail me,” Fiona snapped, her anger seething. “You lie, Fiona. You lie. I’m not getting rid of this child.”

The fierce look that suddenly overtook her light brown eyes told me I hardly needed to say anything more. Third person Running into Iris was something that seemed to happen to Fiona pretty regularly. But Nina had never even caught a glimpse of the girl. And Nina got around—she liked to explore, liked to visit the kitchen for snacks and now she hit the training gym pretty regularly. And she’d even started jogging near the forest in the afternoons too, whenever she had a break from babysitting and needed to stretch her legs. “Where is her room?” Nina asked. Fiona narrowed her steely blue eyes. “Why?”

George asked as his eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Yes why a human, a helpless and most disgraceful creature on earth” Fiona said with a crispy voice,her lovely figure sat up right staring right into Jeremys eyes no one dared to except her, which disgusted Jeremy. Fiona is a witch, she’s average height, with short blond hair, her eyes were blue like Lenas. (Jeremy POV) I stood up from my chair,I was angered by Fiona's words. My inner beast was ready to pounce on her any moment from now.

The following morning, I woke up all excited. I’ve been thinking about Evolet to the point of imagining Fiona as my Omega Queen. She came into my room last night and I told her I gave her mother some gifts to thank her for bringing Fiona into this world. The same gifts Eve’s mother rejected. The reaction Fiona displayed looked exactly like the one I pictured in my mind, if Evolet was around yesterday to receive the packages herself. But placing Eve’s face on Fiona’s, I was able to take my fantasy to a whole new level.

In my mind's eye, the barrier was a complex web woven from threads of malicious, shimmering energy. This was... a mental barrier? "Surprised?" Fiona's voice came from behind me. I turned to see her gliding toward me, the same sweet smile from the gala on her face. "You?" "Of course, me." She stopped in front of me, her smile turning cruel. "Did you really think all I could do was play the victim?" "You..." I stared at her in shock. "You're not a normal Omega." "Finally figured it out?" Fiona circled me like a predator sizing up its prey. "I'm a psychic-class Omega, one of the rarest breeds. And you?" She raked her eyes over me. "You're just a broken-down healer."

he said, gesturing towards Azure. Fiona smiled warmly, hoping that her friendly demeanor would help break the ice between her and Azure. "I know you know me already, Azure. But I hope you won’t forget my name. It’s Fiona. I'm the Gamma of our pack," she said, extending her hand for a handshake. Azure reluctantly took her hand and shook it, but didn't say anything in response. His coldness towards her was palpable, and Fiona felt her heart sink.

I reached into my pocket to pull out the printed digital tracking sheets Declan had compiled, but Fiona pushed me away, grabbing her duffel bag from the bed. "I don't want to see your fake, photoshopped garbage, Star," Fiona said, her voice turning completely cold as she zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "You used to be our leader, but now you’re just a toxic, jealous parasite who can't stand to see her friends succeed without her. Stay away from me." Without a single glance back, Fiona marched past me, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor as she left the room, leaving me standing alone in the empty space. She was walking directly into a den of wolves, complet

I yawn, stretch and continue from where I stopped. Fiona was aware of the house next door. She saw two young girls go and come, but never saw any adult. She knew they couldn’t be unsupervised, so tried not to worry. She focused on herself. She had been transferred to the community to help with educating the students on modern setting, all part of the young shall grow initiative. She left the city for a mountain side. She would have been pissed, but she had no one to leave behind in the city. She lived a pretty private life. She was fine being alone, or so she told herself. She repeated it until she believed it. The first time she met Finn was a hot afternoon. She has just come back from her