Fiona Queen Novels & Stories

Zayne would fuck several other girls but not once had he touched her and she knew it couldn't be because of morals, King Zayne was the last person in the world to care about morals. Fiona sighed with a forlorn look on her face. She was sure she looked beautiful too and she had even spent extra time on her makeup tonight to look good for Zayne and yet he had looked at her like he was looking at one of his ministers. Maybe a little less deadly but Fiona wanted more. She had done a lot for Zayne too and she knew that was why Zayne could not discard her so easily. "I want you, King Zayne. I want to be by your side as queen and I will be just that, soon enough."

She looked at the stars above, remembering her parents. Mom ... Dad..help me. I can't do it without you .. I'm having a hard time. Lyon, the only man defending me, is in critical condition right now… Please help him. "So, you're Selene. Lyon's wife." a voice awakened her. She is the woman I saw looking for Lyon, who is she? "Who are you in Lyon's life?" Selene asked immediately. Fiona smirked. And sat next to Selene in the chair. “Maybe you shouldn’t know who I am, but like you… I am also important in his life. I was his first before you came… Selene,” Fiona explained, trying to insult Selene.

He made no move against her as Leonidas tugged on her arms, regaining her attention before she lost control. “You must retake your vows,” He urged with emphasis. “There is no time for pageantry, I must protect my father,” She bit out through sharpened teeth. He pulled her forward and stood her before the alter. She looked upon it as the pack appeared from the shadows and gathered around, they sensed her anger and pain, and wanted to bear witness to the justice that she would deal out. Adelaide could feel the thrum of power from the alter, as she always did, and she became transfixed on the stone table as Leonidas began to chant. She felt the flow of power come over her as the Goddess overtoo

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.

I give him a small pat on the back as I slowly walk past him; it's not fair for him to get hurt when it's me Fiona is pissed at. “And she returns.” Fiona slurs before she even sees me. “The wolfless Omega, Luna Queen and worthless bastard of a cheating arsehole.” I round the corner into the lounge to see the house has gone even more downhill since I left. Fiona hasn’t attempted to clean a single thing and Talia is instantly growling at me to run from this landfill of a house. Fiona is wearing nothing but a pair of stained white panties; her breasts are flapping around as she twists and turns to the music that is playing just a touch too loudly. She hasn’t looked my way but thanks to her slur

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

"My daughter? Tell me this news you bring." Akin shot glances at Jordan as well as on the warrior. "Tell me what is wrong. These are my men. Speak!" The king commanded. "My Lord. The King of Gishon, has thrown Queen Carmen out of the palace. He is said to be marrying another woman, who once used to be a maidservant there. Fiona is her name. The King has threatened all the citizens to keep the matter silent as he would kill all of our families. I am a traveler and I do not fear anyone, hence I came here to report this matter. I know I took longer but it is because I thought the Queen came here after being shamed by king Darius. I only found out today that she is not here." Akin explained.

She is the first woman to ever run a mafia, she was the first woman who controls so much power in the mafia. She is a woman who have prove a point that women are not weak, infact they are strong. She is a woman who walks, sit and dine amongst the most powerful and dangerous men. She is a woman who loves be in control and incharge. She is a woman who won't let anyone step on her. She is a ruthless and fearless woman. She is the Queen of mafia Anyone who dares to oppose or go against her always pay dearly with their lives. Elena layed on the cold ground as she shut her eyes, it was far better off than her bed which was always haunted by nightmares.

she said smiling toothlessly she's got a nice smile though, first time of meeting the queen of England and its in my home, I am honoured. "I have heard quite a lot from fiona about you" she said as I wrinkled my forehead as I looked at fiona's direction, what has she told the queen about me?. "Fiona said you are hard working and stubborn… is she right?" She asked as I faced the floor, maybe looking for a suitable reply because I don't really know if I truly am. But I am surprised that fiona said something good about me… weird.

The date they were appointed as the boss and died was written below none of them were overthrown except one who was overthrown by his aunt in 1921, and after that he began seeing women take the position of been the boss, he finally reached the last photo and was shocked by whom he saw. Monalisa sat graciously on the chair he had seen other bosses sitting, she was younger and vibrantly smiled, and the smile not forced but real, other bosses smiled to but it looked unreal. He looked under the photo and saw something that literally blew his mind. ‘Monalisa Del-A-Cruz, mafia queen from 2018-till date’. ‘Oh my god’ Jeremy muttered still shocked by what he read.