Fiona In The Giver Novels & Stories

Hana crossed the alley and then turned right-handed, the front was dark, and the sound of crying for help was getting closer and closer. Hana walked to the end of the path; she saw five men holding Fiona tightly; the clothes on her body were loose, and the gaze of the five men was pinned tightly to Fiona's trembling body. Fiona's desperate eyes looked towards Hana appearing, her lips pursed and then opened repeatedly, finally standing at the boundary of life and death; Fiona chose to ignore her ego, "Please, Hana. Save me."

Iona leaned closer to the hearth, enjoying its warmth. Fiona grabbed the wooden bucket and headed outside through the door leading to the yard. When the door closed, and Iona was left alone in the kitchen, she straightened her body, looked at the door with a smug grin, and soliloquized, "No one is going to make me a handmaid, Mother." The day passed with Iona sitting in front of the fire, warming her shivering bones, while Fiona, exhausted and panting, constantly wiped her sweaty forehead on her apron.

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.

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.

"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 held my hand, past political opponents who wanted to keep a low profile, and finally led me to a safe place far from the roadside. My father's bodyguards soon found me, and the girl never bothered with the "nonexistent hat" again. She smiled at me as she turned and ran away. She was smart and bold, and I remembered her for thirteen years. I recognized her when I first saw her at City Hall. It's Fiona. It was Fiona, who had just been recovered from her foster mother's house, missing for years. She has just returned to the Green family, all the actions are because of the lack of affection and inferiority attitude, and appear incompatible.

Fiona's tone was filled with rage. "It was a necessary sacrifice–" "Sacrifice my ass!" Fiona flared as she got on her feet. "How can you let your people die just like that, Nixie was–" Fiona stopped mid sentence and tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt like her heart was being ripped, she was in so much pain and I could feel every single one of it. I stood up from my seat and went and hugged her. As our bodies came in contact with each other, I felt her calm down. It felt like I took all the emotional pain away.

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…"

As Fiona shambled out of the bathroom, her pale face made her look just like was terribly sick. She then heard a loud humming and was surprised to see that Mark had left his backup phone. Picking it up from the couch, she swiped it and was left staring at a passcode panel. She didn't hesitate and typed Sue's birthday, which surprisingly unlocked the phone. There were over ninety-nine notifications coming from a chat group, and Fiona recognized each of the thirtyish members in it—they were all elites whom her father had sponsored, labeled by everyone else as her sponsored suitors.