Novel & Cerita Fiona The Giver

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. "

"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.

In my mind's eye, the barrier was a complex web woven from threads of malicious, shimmering energy. This was... a mental barrier? "Surprised?" Fiona's voice came from behind me. I turned to see her gliding toward me, the same sweet smile from the gala on her face. "You?" "Of course, me." She stopped in front of me, her smile turning cruel. "Did you really think all I could do was play the victim?" "You..." I stared at her in shock. "You're not a normal Omega." "Finally figured it out?" Fiona circled me like a predator sizing up its prey. "I'm a psychic-class Omega, one of the rarest breeds. And you?" She raked her eyes over me. "You're just a broken-down healer."

"Let her just enjoy whatever happiness she has at the moment because it won't last. It would become a distant memory once I give birth to Izaak's pup, the pack's heir." Tony chuckled as well. "Atra girl!" He gave me a high five. "I heard she usually sends food and fruits to you. What is she, Buddha?" "Fiona is truly unbelievable," I chuckled. "But her meals are quite tasty though, I heard she prepares them herself," I said. "And she knows the right fruits to bring at the right time." "Really?" Tony waggled his brows. "It seems you guys are gradually becoming besties," he teased.

" Fiona's heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't breathe for one moment. Then—quietly—yet firmly—she laid her fork down and replied. "I am not embarrassed of where I was born. I am not trying to wear a ring." Madam Jamaica tilted her head to one side, encouraging her. "So why are you here, Miss Generys?" Fiona looked at him for the first time. She was not trembling. "Because my niece is dying. And I will dominate any room, any configuration, and any question—if it means that I can keep on reporting for duty for her."

she said excitedly, approaching her mother, standing over the pot, stirring the food. "Fetch me two sticks from the pile," Fiona instructed, pointing to the wood stacked by the hearth. Iona promptly complied, retrieving the pieces of wood. "What news do you bring?" Fiona inquired, accepting the sticks from Iona's hands. Iona's excitement momentarily faded when she saw her mother's expressionless face. "I met Anise a while ago," she began, recounting the conversation with growing enthusiasm. By the time she finished, she had managed to bring a smile to her mother's lips, her eyes shining with pleasure.

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She proposed, “Dear Brother Octo, your Young Master has only given an order to take my daughter and Xena Jackson away, right? He didn’t mention me, right? Look, I’m innocent, I did nothing wrong! I’ve given you all I have, so many jewels and so much money, can’t you let me go?” “Do you mean we’ll take this woman away and let you go?” Brother Octo did not see that coming. He was dumbstruck for a second before asking the question. “Yes! I’m so old. There’s no need for you to take me away too, right?” Fiona showed a pitiful face. “Ma, how—how could you leave me?” Xena was tongue-tied. Was Fiona not being too much for leaving her alone in such a dangerous situation?

Fiona said as the IPO scrabbled stuff down to his little booklet. "How did you get to finally live in your late husband's House because he wasn't caring for you and your kid?" He asked. "I kidnapped Maria and killed her," she said as my eyes widened in shock as my instinct told me that Maria was Aura's late Mom. "Who is Maria?" I finally asked "Aura's mom, I paid assassins to kill her" Fiona said as the IPO kept on writing. "How did you get the money you used to pay Assassins?" He asked.

Hilda asked. “Because I know who Gabriel is,” Fiona replied. “He’s too calculative. He only gives his respect and attention to people based on their worth… their position. I’m just an orphan. A low-ranking member. The only reason I’m even allowed to stay in this city is because of Kyline’s family.” Hilda looked at her, puzzled. Did Fiona even hear what she was saying? It was obvious there was something between her and Gabriel. She had caught him looking at Fiona countless times.