Fiona The Giver Novels & Stories

At that moment, her biological parents suddenly appeared, offering to pay for the treatment on the condition that Fiona must donate her bone marrow to the Darwin Family's youngest son, who had leukemia, and that she must not reveal her face, which was identical to Tessa’s. Her biological mother, Colleen, said, "Our Tessa is skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and dance. She is also the most beautiful young lady in the City. But you are just a country girl, unworthy of the spotlight. Your existence must not tarnish Tessa’s good name." To save her foster parents, Fiona swallowed her pride and agreed. Tonight, while delivering food late, she didn't bother to put on makeup, n

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.

“I was just worried that Mr. Gibson didn’t get Xena a gift, but might end up getting one for Miranda instead.” “How is that possible?” Fiona snapped at once, clearly irritated. “Mr. Gibson is busy with work all day long. How would he have time for something so pointless?” Coco shrugged and walked toward her office. But Fiona felt an even heavier knot form in her chest. Would Felix really give Miranda a gift? She returned to her office, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Xena. It was as if she had fallen straight into the trap Coco had set with her words.

The following morning, I woke up all excited. I’ve been thinking about Evolet to the point of imagining Fiona as my Omega Queen. She came into my room last night and I told her I gave her mother some gifts to thank her for bringing Fiona into this world. The same gifts Eve’s mother rejected. The reaction Fiona displayed looked exactly like the one I pictured in my mind, if Evolet was around yesterday to receive the packages herself. But placing Eve’s face on Fiona’s, I was able to take my fantasy to a whole new level.

"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

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…"

he said, gesturing towards Azure. Fiona smiled warmly, hoping that her friendly demeanor would help break the ice between her and Azure. "I know you know me already, Azure. But I hope you won’t forget my name. It’s Fiona. I'm the Gamma of our pack," she said, extending her hand for a handshake. Azure reluctantly took her hand and shook it, but didn't say anything in response. His coldness towards her was palpable, and Fiona felt her heart sink.

Is she the Fiona that treated me when I first came here? Fiona brings out a syringe and a bottle of some pink colored substance. Wearily, I shift on the bed, closer to Landon. Fiona sees and gives me a warm smile. “Hi, Queen Brooklyn. I'm Dr. Fiona, the head doctor of the United Kingdom, but you can just call me Fiona. This..” she waves at the pink liquid as she fills the syringe with it. “..is called vamporinite. It's a werewolf medicine that helps relieve pain and I'm going to administer a dose to you right now, okay?” I look up to Landon with a blurry lens. He gives me a short nod and I turn back to the lady. “Okay,” I mutter with a sniff. “What's going on with me?”

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.

He took a swing and came up empty, but instead of getting mad, he just stood there looking like a kid who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, unsure of what to do next. Then he tried to win some favor, his voice eager. "Fiona, it's all done. Sierra, that witch, and all those nobodies from Shadow Valley–I've taken care of them. Their turf is ours now. No one's going to dare touch you again. We've got it all..." Fiona let out a soft laugh, the energy orb in her hand morphing into something new. With a snap of her fingers, she sent it hurtling into his chest. "You've got it all wrong. It's not 'we'. It's 'me'."