Novel & Cerita Fiona From The Giver

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.”

Before Owen could do so, Aria grabbed Fiona's hand. She looked into her eyes and asked, "Who's Mindy?" "She's my daughter." Fiona clutched her long hair with one hand. "My daughter is very obedient. Tiny, too, like a baby." Aria lowered her gaze, her eyes seemingly possessing some magical power. "Mindy is not your daughter." "Mindy isn't my daughter?" Fiona went from confusion to doubt. Aria nodded. "She's not. Nobody bullied your daughter."

Eyes cutting toward me and then away as if the sight of me was shameful. Rest? As if the pain, the fever, the torment I’d been through was laziness. Did they even know what I had found out in that Book of Ashes? How hard I'm trying to prove that Fiona, the person that they trust isn't as innocent as she seemed? “Perhaps,” Elder Lorenzo said smoothly, “if our Luna had given us even half of what Fiona has, we would be further along in strengthening this pack.” Fiona shifted in her chair, but she didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. The praise washed over her like rain, soaking into her skin, making her glow while I sat there drowning.

She loved to hear tales like these. "I didn't even know what was going on at that time. I was only interested in Athena so I didn't quite fancy any of them." "Who's Fiona though?" Daniel, who had been listening, asked. "Oh, Fiona's is Griffith's daughter. But she's dead. Athena executed her." "Yeah, you said so." Daniel said with pity in his voice. Ciara, who was still watching the young ladies, suddenly had a wicked idea. She pulled Alex by the arm till he was close enough to her. She raised her tiptoes and whispered into his ear.

She opened the door slightly, and her world crumbled when she saw who stood behind it. Fiona. Her hair was messy, her face was covered in cuts, and her eyes—eyes that used to be as calm as Arctic ice—were now glazed with tears, red, and desperate. “Alice…” Fiona exhaled heavily, as if holding back physical and emotional pain. “I… I didn't come to fight.” Alice gritted her teeth. “You think I believe that?” Fiona slowly raised both hands. No weapon. “Please… let me talk to him. To Morgan.”

She says and I frown. "Let's call Chynna, she'll have an answer." I nod, with a smile, remembering the Therapist, Dr. Chynna Wei. "Will you come here or I'll have to get you?" She teases, and I smile getting up. Fiona Point of View. I smile as I dail Chynna's number, feeling the heat of Caden arm all over my body. She picks on the second ring. "Fiona Kings, what a pleasure."

Kayden held out a phone to me. “I do not want to talk to anyone right now,” I said impatiently. Kayden pushed the phone at me. “You’re going to want to talk to this person. It’s your fiancée.” Fiona's glowing blue eyes suddenly appeared in my mind. They have haunted my dreams every night since meeting her. It was irritating because she was the daughter of my enemy. I took the phone with a furrowed brow. Fiona's voice was concise and cold, which was much more comfortable for me than the omegas, who spoke in a falsetto voice, making me want to twitch and cover my ears.

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.

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.

Reyona smiled as she said, “How are you doing, my sinful mortals? Have you chosen to accept the path of light yet?” Their parents smiled as Toria said, “By path of light, if you meant staring at numbers upon numbers until my eyes bleed, no, I am not interested.” Reyona picked up Toria’s drink and sipped. Then she drank more when her sister said, “Hey, that is mine! Get yours!” She placed the empty goblet on the table as she asked. “Quick question, please. Who is Fiona? She seems to know that Ruth is dead, and she wants to meet me.”