The Giver Fiona Novels & Stories

George asked as his eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Yes why a human, a helpless and most disgraceful creature on earth” Fiona said with a crispy voice,her lovely figure sat up right staring right into Jeremys eyes no one dared to except her, which disgusted Jeremy. Fiona is a witch, she’s average height, with short blond hair, her eyes were blue like Lenas. (Jeremy POV) I stood up from my chair,I was angered by Fiona's words. My inner beast was ready to pounce on her any moment from now.

“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.

Johnson mused, moving her hands in emphasis. Mrs. Benson’s eyes lit up. “Fiona fits that description perfectly. She’s been passionate about modeling since she was a child.” Mrs. Johnson looked surprised. “Then why didn’t she chase her dreams? You have the means to support her.” “I—” Whatever Mrs. Benson was about to say was interrupted by Fiona’s voice. “Aunt, are you in need of a model?” Fiona asked as she descended the grand staircase. “Yes, Fiona,” Mrs. Johnson answered, smiling warmly at her. “How have you been, my dear? I’m sorry I haven’t visited since the last time I took you to see Bryan. I’ve been swamped with work.”

She paused and patted her chest, "As long as I'm here, no one can force you." In that moment, her words struck a chord in Fiona's heart. Her eyes welled up with tears, deeply moved. "Grandma, you're so kind.” Because of her, Gabriel had come to her rescue during the fire; he had saved her when she was kidnapped. And now, she was willing to be her solid support against any pressure from the Darwin Family. Fiona never expected that a stranger, someone she had only met a few times, could be so good to her after spending some time together.

"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.

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

She reassured me We left for lectures. We got to the class and one of the lecturers came in “ we have a new students in our midst” she said The blond and pretty girl walked in. Most of the boys are drooling for her. Mel turned to me “ she is the council leader's daughter. I nodded my head There was an empty seat behind me and she came to sit there. “ Hi my name is Rose” she stretched forth her hand and i shook hands with her “ My name is Jessica” she smiles and I face my front.

Fiona seethed, keeping the gun aimed at Elara's face. "I want everything you have, Elara. Is that so hard to understand? So please, just get out of my way," Fiona demanded, a trembling smile on her lips. Tears streamed down her face, full of sorrow, fear, and rage. "Why did you have to be Dad's real daughter? Why do you always get the things I want!" she screamed, firing the gun again. But once more, Elara evaded the shot. Fiona's fury intensified, and she fired at Elara relentlessly until her gun was empty. Yet, not a single bullet grazed Elara's skin.

The box contained the gift Fiona had given Eunice when they first moved in. Filled with an inexplicable sense of rage, Fiona marched up to Eunice and grabbed her by the hair. She was so furious that her hands were trembling. She was also deeply hurt by the betrayal of a friend and being misunderstood like that. "Yes, I'll be living a good life, but it won't be because of any man!" Fiona snarled, her voice shaky as well. "What gives you the right to think that of me?" Amid the heavy tension, there was a knock on the door. Fiona released her grip and stepped away.