Fiona In The Giver Novels & Stories

I mumble, clenching my hands on my thighs and trying to hide how much I liked that he called me that, but he notices anyway and gives me a wink, "Thanks, I guess." I feel bad for acting like an immature envious bïtch, so for the rest of the way, I lean on Gray’s shoulder and hug him around the waist as I tell him what happened today. I also tell him how excited I am that I made a new friend like Fiona. She is an omega and very, very beautiful, like Regina and Gemma, but she doesn't treat me like I'm a stray dog that they had to accept into their home.

"Fiona is dead." * * *

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.

Startled to hear that, Fiona replied, “…You… You still recognize me…?” Though Fiona was touched, her hopes were quickly crushed when she heard Zivon scoff, “As if I wouldn’t recognize the criminal who hurt my family!” Clenching her fists, it took her a while to react… But when she finally found her voice again, she began laughing maniacally! “…Yes, that’s right… It was foolish of me to think that you’d ever love me… Well, let’s just skip to the finale, then! Here! Accept this final gift from me!” roared Fiona as she revealed a syringe filled with an ominous-looking liquid!

She sat up, left her chest bare, then grabbed a gadget from inside her bag on the nightstand. "Dad?" she murmured,. Steve sat down as well. He enveloped Fiona's upper body with the remaining strands of the quilt. His bead looked at the woman who was picking up the call. "I'm at a friend's house. Why?" asked Fiona. The girl listened for a moment to the father talking behind the phone. Until the end, the bead was manned. "Huh? Arranged marriage?" ***

“Who’s this beauty? Marian didn't mention you now had a damsel in the house.” I tightened my fingers against the rail, and Jalen instantly stepped between us. “She’s Fiona,” he said coldly. “A family friend.” Jordan raised a brow and tipped his chin at me. “Hello, Fiona. You’re absolutely stunning.” He said it with a little smirk, like he enjoyed testing boundaries. It was then that I saw the true beauty of his purple eyes as they flashed at me, and a sudden heat of discomfort surged up my neck. Jalen’s jaw tightened, his face turned cold and unreadable as I've ever seen before. “Fiona, go upstairs. Wait for me in your room,” he ordered and I could sense a hint of jealousy in his voice. His

I couldn’t tell my thoughts to anyone except Dion. This was why it came as a shock and delight to me at the same time when Fiona finally reached out to say she would be the child bearer. I know it must have been a very hard decision for her to make before coming to that resolution. I had sent the guard from the last time to bring her back to the palace and ensure she was comfortable.

Somewhere beyond those iron gates, the world was still moving while I remained suspended inside this carefully curated prison disguised as protection. A soft knock came at the door. Before I could answer, it opened. Fiona slipped inside, shutting it quietly behind her. One look at her face told me something had shifted. Fiona was many things but today there was tension in the way she held her shoulders, a heaviness behind her eyes that made my stomach tighten. She didn’t greet me. Didn’t waste time with pleasantries. Instead, she reached into her coat and pulled out a small data wafer. “Where did you get that?” I asked immediately.

And we need another female fighter to fill that empty space. ‘You know when I said you're an asshole, I kind of underestimated how much of a colossal dick you actually are,’ ‘No denial,’ I replied, before throwing up my mental walls to shut him out completely. I turned my attention back to the girl waiting in front of me. “You can start this morning.” Fiona’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. “Thank you, Alpha! I promise to do my utmost best.” She bowed and sauntered away. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog, but before I could take another step toward my room, the loud, shattering sound of dishes hitting the floor echoed through the corridor, followed by a sharp gasp.

Then she looked at Butler John and said, "Butler John, please greet my father for me." If her father hadn't seen her, she could have gotten in the car and left, but now it wasn't possible. Butler John, of course, had also noticed Taylor Forger. He quickly replied, "The driver and I will wait for you, Miss." Fiona Forger walked up to her father and the others, politely addressing him as "father" before glancing at the people beside him. Apart from Director Lautner, she didn't know the others, but there was a young girl in designer clothes that caught her attention. She couldn't help but look at her more than a few times. The girl was about her age, but her face was exceptionally captivating,