Fiona The Giver Novels & Stories

He moved through the space without ceremony, without expecting anyone to handle things on his behalf, finding what was needed and setting it up without announcing that he was doing it. The scholar ate quickly and slept. She had a practical relationship with someone who understood that being useful required being functional. Ronan gave me the chair by the fire and took the bench along the wall without making it a gesture. I sat and looked at the fire and did not think about Kael. I thought about Kael constantly and in considerable detail. The first message arrived an hour after we reached the shelter. Ronan's rider handed it to me at the door—a folded page, my name on the outside in handwriti

All eyes were focused on me and I started to feel a bit self-conscious but I ignored the feeling. "Thank you, everyone," I verbalized in appreciation as I climbed the stage, trying to look and sound as if this was just something normal for me. "Okay. I am Giordana Quinton, who happens to be Ella's best friend. In fact, Ella is more than just a best friend to me. She's the sister I never had, one big blessing I'm forever thankful for. Ella, I love you so much and I'm so happy that God gave you a man like Drew.

Her body seemed to respond to my presence before her mind could decide how she felt about it. “What is he saying?” she asked quietly. I turned my gaze toward her. “Mate.” The word seemed to settle heavily between us. Fiona’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Her fingers tightened slightly, and I watched confusion cross her face before she lowered her gaze. She looked as though she were trying to understand why that single word affected her so deeply. “My wolf has recognized you as his mate since the first moment he sensed you,” I finally said. Fiona looked up again.

"Donna, wait up." A sugary voice came from behind me. It was Fiona. She was Elio's new assistant, and she was always hanging off him. I'd told Elio more than once how I felt about her. He'd only smile and tell me not to be so sensitive. I stopped. Fiona hurried around in front of me, her red lips parted, catching her breath. "Donna, the Don... the Don says please don't be upset." "He can't speak for himself? He needs you to carry his messages?"

She shook her head in pity, and said, "but I don't know why werewolves chose to be this wicked to each other. Well, I am going to give you some new threads to spice up your wardrobe. Right now, from your dress alone, anyone that sees you would be able to tell that you're not living the good life, but that needs to change, so the threads would come in handy." "Thank you. I'm grateful for your concern." I beamed. "No, it's nothing. Don’t thank me, I am just doing my job." Fiona replied, she knew the gifts meant a lot to me. "So, they're going to bring you some food now. Make sure you eat, so you'll be strengthened, and your healing would be accelerated." "Thank you, so much." I beamed again, b

Fiona's pov When I slid past the glass doors of Halbart and Rowe Finance Company, the receptionist was already awaiting my arrival. "We've been expecting you, ma'am." She greeted me with warmth. I returned her smile as she showed me to the boardroom...which I already knew but I allowed her to lead me instead...again.

she said quickly, though her voice trembled beneath the surface. Fiona was beautiful in a way that made men stupid. Soft features, graceful words, an easy smile. But I knew better. I’d seen her truth. She had once proclaimed herself Quinn’s best friend, swearing loyalty and love. But what she really wanted was control, and when that failed, she settled for destruction. Gianna had seen that in her. That’s why she sent her to me.

While entering, Clara Frank stuffed a gift into her hand, and then made the mouthpiece "Take it and give it to Grandpa." "Grandpa, happy birthday." Fiona handed out the gift bag Clara Frank had prepared for her. "Yes, you're back." Nathan Frank nodded, indicating to the person working next to him to receive the gift, then introduced to the person next to him: "This is my grandson, Fiona." Clara Frank introduced everyone to Fiona, Fione followed her to greet him. Everyone's eyes were on Fiona, she felt goosebumps on her arm. "Ah, is it Freya's daughter? You look so big, you look pretty too."

She can only conclude that Isabella is hiding her identity from Lan because she's having what belongs to him, yes, that can only be it. “So what's this new identity of hers?” She asked, glaring at her son. How she wishes, that her kids are also Lan's. Wouldn't it be amazing that she and her husband share grandkids with Larry? “Fiona Johnson, she's now the daughter of Mrs Ebele Johnson and her husband James” Fred responded. “Hmmm Fiona Johnson” Anna grumbled quietly. Meanwhile, at this time, Fiona woke up with a sniff. She sniffled three times and found herself in an unfamiliar arena. Her hands were chained above her head against a pillar.

She turned, and let the warriors lead her away. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU DISGUSTING ROACHES! DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME! I AM YOUR FUTURE LUNA! I ORDER YOU TO TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME! I HAVE A RIGHT TO DISCIPLINE ANY ONE I WANT, IN A MANNER I SEE FIT!” Fiona screamed as the warriors went to grab her.