Fiona In The Giver Novels & Stories

The embarrassment she felt at that moment was very unexplainable. “Hey sir,” “Hey Mam Mitchell!” she said, waving at them. “I think Anna would need me now, I have to go!” she said before walking away briskly in shame mixed with humiliation. “Fiona, why are you awake?” Michelle questioned the minutes Bianca had left. “I’m just browsing on the things I need for the play at school. Dad, were you singing because I thought that I heard you,” Fiona said, while Mitchell smiled. “Fiona is the stage manager at her play in school!” Felix told Mitchell.

Amy couldn't believe Jonah Parker pulled her name out and now both of them were to work together. She felt the look of the other girls on her, and she knew it wasn't because they were happy for her. She was thankful none of them had laser eyes or she would be dead already, as all their looks were icy and somehow murderous.

Justin smirked as Fiona huffed. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the living area. Grace set the table for them. Suddenly, Fiona's phone beeped. After looking at the message, she lost her appetite, made an excuse, and went to freshen up. She touched nothing. Fiona's inbox showed two messages. The first one was from Noah, asking for an apology, and the second was from his girlfriend and her ex-best friend. Anna wanted to meet her, even though she knew it would not be pleasant. Fiona knew what she had to do. She was going to meet Anna and was going to clear everything up. If she didn't go today, curiosity would kill her, and Anna wouldn't leave her until she met her. She can be very p

Fiona's pov As the words were pronounced, they clung heavily in the air and silence pervaded the room with only the slight snores of Liora being heard. I could feel my heart thudding in its encase, the blood rushing in my ears as I made eye contact with the guards. I raised my hand, fingers clutching at my throat while Celia still stood before me, her body shielding me protectively. What do we do, Fiona? Iris panicked, we are doomed for sure this time.

Fiona purred when eyes moved up my naked body to meet my gaze. “Are you sure that Franny will be okay with this,” I asked softly as I stepped forward directly in front of my soon to be mother in law. “Franny is ecstatic about all this,” Fiona answered me as she reached out to gently grasp my cock. “She has been waiting since her 18th birthday to find the perfect man to share with me and share our lifestyle with,” Fiona whispered while she pressed me back till I sat on the couch pit. “You are her gift to me since I allowed her adopted father to take her

Circus and monkeys and all that. Fiona looked at me and tilted her head. “Hm. Ten years outside of the packs, huh?” she asked. “I guess time flies.” “I guess so.” Fiona smiled and looked up at Gideon, then at me again. There was something sharp in her eyes. That calculating look she always had, subtle but unmistakably there, whenever she was thinking of her next move.

Even the younger man at their side swallowed hard, eyes darting nervously to the door as though already plotting escape. Fiona’s gaze, however, never wavered from them. Her smile vanished as quickly as it had come. Her face hardened, jaw clenched, eyes like burning coals. “You took our innocence. You turned us into monsters before we could even grow. And for that…” She straightened, her back peeling away from the wall, her bloodied fists unclenching only to flex with renewed purpose. “There is no forgiveness.” “You have been planning this for a long time haven't you? Getting your revenge on the remaining villagers.” I questioned, my gaze still on Fiona.

I am on the third page when Fiona appears in the kitchen doorway in her robe, her hair loose around her face, squinting at me with the particular expression she has for two in the morning surprises. "You are a terrible liar," she says, instead of hello. "I have not said anything yet." "You are sitting at the table at two-thirty in the morning writing in the notebook, which means something happened at work, which means I am going to need to be sitting down for this." She pulls out the opposite chair and drops into it and fixes me with the full force of her attention, which has always been considerable. Fiona De Leon, née Ramos, is the most perceptive human being I have ever met and the only p

I feared moving too much might cause the slabs to shift again and then what… fall to my death? Fiona’s face paled as she peered down at me. She kept making noises to get my attention. She reached her fingers down, not to my hands, but to my jacket and tried to unzip the top. What was she doing? Then she unzipped her own jacket and peeled it off her and pointed to the jacket. Oh… she wanted me to remove the jacket to create more space for myself. Smart girl. I struggled but was finally able to pull the jacket free after several attempts. I looked up and Fiona was gone, now replaced with Kaia. She yelped for my attention.

Fiona moved in on a Wednesday. Dad walked her into the living room holding her hand, like he was introducing a new piece of furniture. "Helena, this is Fiona. Old friend from college. Nina's starting first grade and I want her ahead of the curve. Fiona's going to help out." Mom was chopping vegetables. The knife paused. She didn't look up. All she said was two words. "Whatever you want." I already knew who Fiona was. Dad had a whole album of her on his phone.