Fiona From The Giver Novels & Stories

She held the phone tightly, her voice was trembling and croaky. “Christian, tell me, who the donor is? I could go look for them!” Things were already at that stage, she could not let Nigel down! Even if she had to give up everything, she still had to find the donor and persuade the donor to help Nigel! Christian was silent. He knew that the truth would come out sooner or later. After a while, Christian chuckled bitterly. “Actually, the person is…” “Fiona…” Before Christian could finish his sentence, Joshua’s feeble voice came from behind Luna. “Where is Fiona…”

Fiona said calmly. "Human girls are punished like this by me," He snapped and Fiona closed her eyes for a brief second. "I see," She murmured lowly. "Gena," She said calmly as the girl hurried over to her while sniffing. Fiona forwarded her hand in which she was holding a sharp dagger as Gena stared at it silently. "Take it," Fiona pressed in a clipped tone as Gena took it in her trembling hands. "Go, take your revenge," Fiona whispered softly while looking at Gena who stared at her flabbergasted.

Clark demanded, his gun still raised. The girl’s gloomy eyes darted between them, her voice barely audible. “P… please don’t hurt me. I didn't do anything.” Aaron’s expression softened, his gun lowering slightly. “We're not going to hurt you. What's your name?” The girl hesitated, then whispered, “F... Fiona.” “What are you doing here, Fiona? Are you hurt?” Aaron pressed calmly, approaching her deliberately. Fiona hesitated, her lips trembling with fear. “I… they… I dunno.” She spoke softly, unable to describe her situation and how she got there.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Ez.” But he didn’t know how wrong he was. Fiona leaned back in her chair. “If you really want to survive this, you’ll need more than courage. You’ll need to remember what she was running from—and why she chose you.” “Why me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Why not someone else?” “Because,” Fiona said, standing slowly and walking toward a tall, dusty cabinet. “She gave you her eyes. Her fire. Her fight.” She opened the cabinet and pulled out a small, black box. When she turned to face me, her expression was no longer amused—it was grave.

Fiona muttered as she reached for a bottle of water on the table. "Liora, you…” Lily started but stopped halfway as Liora glanced over her shoulder with a shake of her head. Fiona looked from Lily to Liora, smiled, and said, “I’ll leave you two to talk.” “Okay,” Liora muttered. As Fiona stood up, she took Liora’s hands in hers and smiled at her. Fiona looked fragile and aged—not that she was getting any younger—but Liora felt her heart pull in pain as she looked at the once lively woman who had saved her all those years ago.

In my mind's eye, the barrier was a complex web woven from threads of malicious, shimmering energy. This was... a mental barrier? "Surprised?" Fiona's voice came from behind me. I turned to see her gliding toward me, the same sweet smile from the gala on her face. "You?" "Of course, me." She stopped in front of me, her smile turning cruel. "Did you really think all I could do was play the victim?" "You..." I stared at her in shock. "You're not a normal Omega." "Finally figured it out?" Fiona circled me like a predator sizing up its prey. "I'm a psychic-class Omega, one of the rarest breeds. And you?" She raked her eyes over me. "You're just a broken-down healer."

Faye knew how to play cute and weak to get extra love and attention. Sure, she had her own struggles, and yes, she was really sick—but when those became her weapons, and when innocent people got hurt because of it... Amanda just couldn’t feel good about her anymore. And, Fiona is that kind of person. The moment Fiona’s name was mentioned, Faye’s face popped into Amanda’s head. Fiona’s epilepsy. Fiona’s hidden agenda. No different.

Fiona said without looking up, She wiped sudden tears from her face. "Now who might you be?" Alek asked, cocking his head. Fiona finally looked up and saw that she was not talking to one of her men. She frowned and gathered herself from the floor. "I am alright, Darius," I answered him. "Thank you for asking." "I am Fiona," she extended her hand, batting her eyes seductively. "The Luna of this pack. I came to welcome you." "You are the Luna," Alek said, taking in her slutty appearance. "And you came to welcome us... by breaking through the window. "

(Aubrey’s P.O.V.) Shortly after, Eliza comes back with Fiona, whose eyes are reddened because she has been crying. Fiona takes a seat next to me. I feel sorry for what that strange girl said to her, Fiona seems nice, I thought so since I saw her during our fertility test. “Are you okay?” I ask in a whisper. Fiona straightens her back at the sound of my voice. She looks askance at me, she clearly distrusts me for being an Eel. After a few seconds, she nods. “Yes, I am better now, thank you,” she replies with caution.

He looked back at me with something behind his eyes that looked almost like admiration. "She's confused," he said simply. Fiona walked onto the chamber floor. She stopped beside me and faced the council. "I am Fiona Calloway," she said. "I was taken by some men when I was an infant and I was then taken inside his organisation as an adult. For most of my adult life I believed Aurelian was my enemy because Cassian built the same files inside my head." She held up her own set of films. "These are mine. My tether files. Every horrible memory I have of Aurelian, every reason I had to hate him, is in here. Manufactured. Every single one."