Fiona From The Giver Novels & Stories

Fiona I found myself back in my childhood, a little girl walking hand in hand with my beloved mother through vibrant gardens that stretched beyond my sight. The rose flowers bloomed, and their sweet fragrance filled our noses. “My dear Fiona,” my mother spoke with a gentle smile, “all of this beauty belongs to us, and one day, it will all be yours.” I gazed at her with wonder, my heart filled with warmth and love. “Really, Mother? All of it?” I asked, my young voice full of innocent curiosity.

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.

What did Xena even do wrong? Sienna wondered. All Xena did was love Felix. Could Miranda have said something to him? Felix never used to be like this. Just then, Fiona appeared at the elevator lobby at the end of the hallway. She had just gotten off work. “Ms. Gibson, you’re here too?” Fiona greeted Sienna. Sienna had always liked Fiona. She stood up and smiled. “I’m here to help look after Xena. Did you just get off work?”

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 sat up, left her chest bare, then grabbed a gadget from inside her bag on the nightstand. "Dad?" she murmured,. Steve sat down as well. He enveloped Fiona's upper body with the remaining strands of the quilt. His bead looked at the woman who was picking up the call. "I'm at a friend's house. Why?" asked Fiona. The girl listened for a moment to the father talking behind the phone. Until the end, the bead was manned. "Huh? Arranged marriage?" ***

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

Startled to hear that, Fiona replied, “…You… You still recognize me…?” Though Fiona was touched, her hopes were quickly crushed when she heard Zivon scoff, “As if I wouldn’t recognize the criminal who hurt my family!” Clenching her fists, it took her a while to react… But when she finally found her voice again, she began laughing maniacally! “…Yes, that’s right… It was foolish of me to think that you’d ever love me… Well, let’s just skip to the finale, then! Here! Accept this final gift from me!” roared Fiona as she revealed a syringe filled with an ominous-looking liquid!

Mei explained, but began coughing up seriously as Chu went to get her some water. “Thank you,” she said as she drank from it and continued talking. “Fiona was 12 years old when her dad sent her away to America. I overheard him talking about planting her as an assassin for his sworn enemy, a certain Mr. Jonas Prescott. I don’t know how that turned out, but ever since then, she never returned.” “Hold up, Fiona killed Mr. Jonas? The man I thought was her father all along?” Jordan asked, as a shockwave washed over him.

"My birthday next month is the perfect opportunity. During the chaos, you storm in and take control of the Council of Elders. I've already contacted the old loyalists." Ken wrapped an arm around her waist intimately. "Whatever you say, sweetheart." She leaned into him naturally. Her eyes flashed with vicious resolve. "The Blue Moon Pack owes us. It's time they paid. "As for Ryan–" She lowered her voice. "I'll deal with him personally." I trembled. Fiona hadn't lost her memory. She was the orphaned survivor of the West Azure Pack. She approached Ryan for revenge. I had to tell Edgar, but I had neither voice nor body. I was nothing but a drifting spirit.

She apologized with her head down, she doesn't deserve anything nice, she had never treated anyone nicely, and she is an asshole as she said, Fiona held her hand. "You don't have to apologize, you are a nice person, I remember the very first day, I came into the mansion, you gave me, your doll because I was crying nonstop." Fiona was only ten years old when Hazel brought her to be a maid at Calvin's mansion, she is an orphan, Claudia is not all that bad, the fault is all from Hazel, who keeps feeding her evil thoughts about her sister, Claudia felt bad that she had treated Barbara badly when she finds out all the things Barbara birth mother did to her during her childhood.