Fiona From The Giver Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 I don't know for how long I walked, but I suddenly felt heavy eyes bore onto my back. I turned around leisurely, gasping as I met bright yellow eyes. Fiona's POV A deep voice was calling me. There were people all around me and it was noisy, but I just can felt it. I didn't care. Many people must feel the same way. As if at some time they have seen such a scene. I probably just remembered the sexy voice from a movie.

Fiona was at a loss. Gale patted his heart. "Ms. Fiona, when did you come? Is there something wrong?" "I've been here for a long time..." Everyone in the jewelry department had seen her. Gale was a little embarrassed. She was too focused on studying the injury on her finger just now... "Oh. I'm sorry." "It's all right. Ma'am, this is for you," Fiona said. Fiona handed over a delicate box with a bow tied on it. "This is…"

“It is already paid so I will take my leave now.” Saying my thanks to her, she turned her back on me with a smile. I was able to breathe with relief since she was not the same as the crazy woman this morning. Since Lansford was not looking, I thought of looking at what was inside so I opened it only to see some undergarments. “Those are yours,” he said. “Fiona chose them for you.” I looked at him with a questioned look. Who the hell was Fiona? As if reading what I had in mind, he spoke, “She’s the woman who we met at the shoe store. Better say thanks to her if you meet again.”

At the beginning, she didn't want to speak with me, however, it felt like something deep down, caused her to say respond to my question. We were talking, Fiona walked in.. " What is happening?". She turned to Chris's mom and asked.. Fiona is the best friend of Chris, and even though she doesn't bear the same blood as Chris and his mother, they've always taken her as a friend and member of the family. . " Nothing Is happening.... When did you come?". Chris's mother left my Side and went to hers, she takes away her hand from holding her waist and slowly pulled her close, they smiled at each other, and I Just remained behind without altering a single word.

"Fiona is dead." * * *

She proposed, “Dear Brother Octo, your Young Master has only given an order to take my daughter and Xena Jackson away, right? He didn’t mention me, right? Look, I’m innocent, I did nothing wrong! I’ve given you all I have, so many jewels and so much money, can’t you let me go?” “Do you mean we’ll take this woman away and let you go?” Brother Octo did not see that coming. He was dumbstruck for a second before asking the question. “Yes! I’m so old. There’s no need for you to take me away too, right?” Fiona showed a pitiful face. “Ma, how—how could you leave me?” Xena was tongue-tied. Was Fiona not being too much for leaving her alone in such a dangerous situation?

I moved fast from room to room, gathering chargers, tablets, headbands, one tiny shoe that had somehow ended up in the library, and whatever was left of my dignity. Fiona disappeared for almost an hour. When she showed up again in the foyer, she was beautiful again. One of the most Gómez things about us: we could be disappointed and still look expensive. “Kids,” she said, opening her arms. Issa ran to her first, of course. Drama queens always preferred an audience that understood lighting. Max followed a few seconds later, mostly because he saw his sister getting hugged first. Fiona crouched down and gathered both of them at once, her nose brushing Issa’s hair for a second, then Max’s should

I carry that in my arms and I race out of the forest to my jeep. After carefully placing her, her friend enters and I have blood stained on my shirt. I swiftly drive her to my pack because I know that my mother will be able to help her. My mother is a destined luna, and her name is Fiona— her blood helps to heal wolves who are in severe pain. As I rush into the pack house, I place the fainted girl on the kitchen island and Lucas runs to alert my mom. “Hey, hey.” I say, trying to wake her up but she has passed out.

That she’s happy, living a good life. It’s so strange, realizing someone you’d come to love is your biological family in the moment when you say goodbye to them. Fiona was good to me perhaps because I am her cousin. She taught me so many skills that I’ve found useful already in this mafia life, skills I’m not sure I truly appreciated until now. I wonder, too, if she was also giving me hints about how to defy Kent. Considering that she was, apparently, here the whole time as a spy herself –

She also knew that Xena would do anything for him. If Fiona agreed to the trade on her own, that would be ideal. If Fiona refused, Rachel could use Xena to force her to compromise. All Lucas could say was that Rachel hadn’t spent all those years as Fiona’s personal assistant for nothing. She knew Fiona’s personality inside and out, and she had calculated every possible move. As for him, he had been the disposable pawn from the start. Xena swore over and over that she would never do it again. After a long string of soft words and promises, Fiona’s anger finally eased a little.