Fiona The Giver Novels & Stories

I pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and placed my hand on the victim’s rigid forehead. Then I closed my eyes. The cold sensation climbed up from my fingertips. The vision began dark. In the memory, Amelia Fernandez was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over. In front of her sat a woman in a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses. The woman held out an ice pick, her voice gentle and low as she said, "Put it in. Your husband's loan-shark debt can only be settled once you’re dead. "You're useless. This is the only thing you can do for him.

I am on the third page when Fiona appears in the kitchen doorway in her robe, her hair loose around her face, squinting at me with the particular expression she has for two in the morning surprises. "You are a terrible liar," she says, instead of hello. "I have not said anything yet." "You are sitting at the table at two-thirty in the morning writing in the notebook, which means something happened at work, which means I am going to need to be sitting down for this." She pulls out the opposite chair and drops into it and fixes me with the full force of her attention, which has always been considerable. Fiona De Leon, née Ramos, is the most perceptive human being I have ever met and the only p

“That’s not it.” Fiona blinked. “Then what is it?” Vivian sighed and leaned back in the chair. “Vale gave me gifts.” Fiona raised a brow. “Oh?” “And he even sent things for you too.” Now Fiona’s eyes sparkled. “For me?” Vivian nodded toward the suitcase. “There is a bag inside. Perfume and a purse.” Fiona rushed to the suitcase like a child on Christmas morning, unzipping it with enthusiasm. She rummaged through until she found a small gift bag.

"Every gift comes with a curse. The moon's power will keep you alive... but it will also bind you to its will. You will walk the line between life and death. You will be both wolf and spirit, neither fully mortal, nor divine." Tiara's eyes filled with tears. "If that's the price... then I accept." The goddess smiled sadly. "You were always your mother's daughter." She stepped closer, placing a hand over Tiara's heart. "Then rise anew, Tiara of the Dark Moon, the Gifted Luna reborn." Light exploded from Tiara's chest, spreading through her body like wildfire. The silver field dissolved around her, the moon's glow intensifying until all she could see was white.

I thought about it. His face. His silhouette. His cooking. The way he always waited for me after work. Honestly, it was hard not to fall for Fennrick. “What a waste,” Lila sighed dramatically. “If only he wasn’t a fox fae gone off-track. Why don’t you get another one to distract yourself? Move on, girl!” I shook my head. “Maybe someday. Not now.” I didn’t feel like it for now. After she left, my phone buzzed with a string of incoming transfers. Each one with more zeroes than the last.

I closed my eyes, feeling my Siren awoken inside of me, as I could see her starting to shine at the same time as my body started to glow. I opened my eyes, looking at the Goddess, her hand retracted as she silently looked at me. “What happened?” I asked, looking down at my hands, seeing the glow slowly disappearing until it was fully gone. “Your gift is now fully awoken.” She said to me. “My gift?” I asked her, confused. “Yes my dear child, you have a gift to show the truth. You will be able by your touch to connect the one to me, as they will hear my words and see me, to make them realize the wrong they are doing and what my will and wish is.” She said.

“Where is his wife? I asked for her!” Fiona smiled and walked over to me. “She’s on her way down. What can I offer you? Tea? Water? What is the matter?” She whispered something to the maid and she ran upstairs. I could see the way she was smiling widely at me like I'd just given her a Christmas present. The maid appeared with someone who was not the Luna again. “My prince, my name is Grace. I'm Felix's mother. Welcome to our home. Fiona, go upstairs and get the chair for him.”

He silently picked everything up and arranged it neatly on the coffee table before leaving the room. Outside the room, Fiona had been waiting for quite a while. She held a large bag in her hands. When she saw Dexter come out, she hurried over to ask, "Did you give them to her? Did she accept them?" Dexter cleared his throat. "Sort of." Fiona eyed him suspiciously. "Really?" Dexter shrugged. "I told her it's for my daughter and doesn't have anything to do with her." Fiona's eyes sparkled with delight as she cast an approving glance at him. He was finally improving. Afterward, she cleared her throat and knocked on the door.

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 POV “For her magnificent creation and scientific excellence, we would like to present this Gardner Pharmaceutics Award to Fiona Davis. Her medical discovery will be immensely beneficial to werewolves around the world for years to come. It is truly a magnificent creation,” James Stanton, the head of the National Pharmaceutical Association, announces. The crowd claps and cheers as he passes the silver statue to me. My heart slams against my ribcage, threatening to burst from my body if it speeds up anymore.