Fiona In The Giver Novels & Stories

Mei explained, but began coughing up seriously as Chu went to get her some water. “Thank you,” she said as she drank from it and continued talking. “Fiona was 12 years old when her dad sent her away to America. I overheard him talking about planting her as an assassin for his sworn enemy, a certain Mr. Jonas Prescott. I don’t know how that turned out, but ever since then, she never returned.” “Hold up, Fiona killed Mr. Jonas? The man I thought was her father all along?” Jordan asked, as a shockwave washed over him.

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

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. "

"But why? Why me? I'm no one special. All I've done since I've been here is create problems for everyone. Do you honestly think that Clyde and Bach were the only two who wanted me dead? They saw how bad I was for our people." "Quite the contrary, dear child. You're exactly what we need, we need a fearless leader to stand by her people, all of her people. To stand up for what's right and fight along with us. We need change, and you are that change. Fiona, there's a fire inside of you that can't be extinguished. It burns with so much intensity that only a God can be your mate." "Fiona!" The sound of the familiar voice caused my body to tense. I looked into the water to see Senora, Colton, Lian

Samantha froze. She looked at Vincent and asked stiffly, "What do you mean?" Vincent pointed at the panicked Fiona behind her and revealed the truth, his voice steady and merciless. "She is not the daughter of your savior. The real Fiona died a long time ago. That girl is just a sickly girl from the orphanage. She stole Fiona's identity to survive. And that scratch back then happened because Daisy found out the truth. This girl staged the whole thing to gain your trust!"

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, whose child was it?" The question came out harsher than I'd intended. She flinched, pulling her hand from mine. "Does it matter now?" "It matters to me." She was quiet for so long I thought she wouldn't answer. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely a whisper. "I don't know." "You don't know?" "There were... there were others. Before Damon. Before I came here." Fresh tears leaked from her eyes. "I'm not the innocent omega everyone thinks I am."

Fiona seethed, keeping the gun aimed at Elara's face. "I want everything you have, Elara. Is that so hard to understand? So please, just get out of my way," Fiona demanded, a trembling smile on her lips. Tears streamed down her face, full of sorrow, fear, and rage. "Why did you have to be Dad's real daughter? Why do you always get the things I want!" she screamed, firing the gun again. But once more, Elara evaded the shot. Fiona's fury intensified, and she fired at Elara relentlessly until her gun was empty. Yet, not a single bullet grazed Elara's skin.

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.”

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.”