Fiona The Giver Novels & Stories

Then, she took out her phone from her handbag and saw a W******p message from Janna Rhoads. Fiona now had a rough idea of who this Grandma Rhoads was. How should she put it? She studied business in college. Janna Rhoads was a figure in her textbooks, and people like Anniston were nowhere near her level. She was an unattainable peak, a god looking down on the world. She wants to give me a gift? Fiona lowered her eyelids, suddenly having a thought. If she allied herself with this woman, could she control Darwin?

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.

He could slow the few at the front, but the waves behind them just kept coming, one after another, unstoppable. Fiona, a wood-element and inventory-variant Gifted, was nearly useless in this situation. With a loud crash, the nail polish display beside her was torn apart, and a greenish-gray hand burst through the gap, reaching straight for her. Right at that critical moment, a blinding burst of fire ignited in front of them, fierce and radiant like the sun itself.

Before Owen could do so, Aria grabbed Fiona's hand. She looked into her eyes and asked, "Who's Mindy?" "She's my daughter." Fiona clutched her long hair with one hand. "My daughter is very obedient. Tiny, too, like a baby." Aria lowered her gaze, her eyes seemingly possessing some magical power. "Mindy is not your daughter." "Mindy isn't my daughter?" Fiona went from confusion to doubt. Aria nodded. "She's not. Nobody bullied your daughter."

“They’re the source.” I frowned. “The source of what?” Fiona stepped forward now, slow and deliberate. “Of us. Of all of us.” She knelt, brushing her fingers across the wet earth with a reverence that bordered on sacred, as if the soil cradled not just roots and bones, but secrets too ancient for the wind to carry. Her touch was gentle, almost yearning, like she was greeting a forgotten god who once ruled the stars and now slumbered beneath the crust of a dying world.

The cracking stopped suddenly. “It worked” Iza breathed, excitedly. “Better than I could have ever imagined. It looks like you are exactly the thing we needed.” He smiled at me, disgustingly. Fiona got to her feet, standing on two hind legs at least 9 feet tall, her hairless, leathery body hunched over. Her eyes glowed like lanterns in the dim light. “Fiona” I shouted at her, hoping she was still in there somewhere. Her glowing eyes snapped to me, and she lunged, claws and teeth extended. She hit the end of her chains and was snapped back, still snarling.

She turned away from her as soon as she took a glance at Brenda, who felt nonexistent with the unkind gaze Fiona shot her. Brenda seemed very shocked by Fiona’s reaction because years ago, Fiona would miss no opportunities to please her. Fiona's jaw clenched tight, but her voice remained steady. "Who am I?” She bit her lower lips, her gaze moving between Jackson and his smug accomplice Alaina. “I am the rightful owner of Veritas Holdings." She stated. She shifted her gaze to Brenda, who had just joined them. “I just put your ungrateful son in charge!” she gritted, aircoating the ‘ungrateful’. “And now I am back to claim the rightful owner of what belongs to me,” Fiona glowered silently.

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,

After a few seconds of analyzing, 001 replied, “He heard your conversation with Fiona, discovered that you are also very talented in programming. Because he felt it was a pity to waste your talent, he wants to cultivate you.” Ernesta laughed coldly, “It's not about pitying your talent, but pitying the golden goose. Why would a man, only 27 years old, adopt a 12-year-old child from an orphanage? Don't tell me it's paternal love. In fact, Fiona won the national game programming competition for American teenagers that year. He saw Fiona's potential and took her home. Do you know that since he adopted Fiona, in just five years, she has made three mobile games, although they are just casual games

"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."