The Giver Fiona Novels & Stories

The maid had explained stuttering as she spoke. I tilted my head slowly; this was the maid Darla had probably employed, and seeing a smile on hers and Fiona's face when I walked in earlier today, I knew, of course, that they were close. “Maya, right? I asked, and she nodded, still quivering from fear. If I had been someone else, I would have them killed for doing something as such. But Fiona trusted Maya; I couldn't do such a thing. “Fiona, where is he?” I asked slowly, my gaze still on hers, and I wondered if I sounded angry or convincing at any point.

Fiona I found myself back in my childhood, a little girl walking hand in hand with my beloved mother through vibrant gardens that stretched beyond my sight. The rose flowers bloomed, and their sweet fragrance filled our noses. “My dear Fiona,” my mother spoke with a gentle smile, “all of this beauty belongs to us, and one day, it will all be yours.” I gazed at her with wonder, my heart filled with warmth and love. “Really, Mother? All of it?” I asked, my young voice full of innocent curiosity.

She was delusional that Justin would want this arrangement to turn into a proper marriage. Fiona and Justin appear to be a happily married couple to others. Still, only her dearest father-in-law and Grace, and possibly her mother-in-law, are aware of the truth about their marriage contract. Grace is a housemaid in Justin's apartment. For the past few days, she has been an ideal friend and mother to Fiona. She is in her late 40s and, like her name, she is very graceful in everything she does. She has been with Justin since he was born and took care of him along with his mother. So you can practically call her his second mom. Fiona's thoughts were soon distracted as soon as she heard the doorb

“Good. It’ll mean the world to her. And honestly, it’ll mean a lot to Dad too, even if he doesn’t say it.” At that moment, Fiona came back from the kitchen, holding a tray with three glasses of juice. She placed it on the table, her smile as bright as ever. “Alright, something to cool you down after my “enatory dish.” Trisha laughed, taking a glass. “Here she goes again with that senatory dish talk. Fiona, I have to give it to you. You’ve earned the bragging rights tonight.” Fiona sat down with her own glass, grinning. “I know, right? I’m just saying, if you want more of this magic, you know where to find me.”

Annabeth muttered. “No! No!, that can’t be possibly true!” Jenna replied trying to push away the evidences she had in her heart. *”Who is Fiona?!”* *”humm, a very distant cousin,”* The conversation she had with her mom resurfaced the day she found a picture of Fiona. “No, no that’s not true!” She whispered to herself as she rushed towards Annabeth bed side and picked up her bag. “Im just gonna go, I’ve heard enough!” She muttered as she turned around and walked out of the room.

When Susan saw that Jared was upset, she immediately explained, "Madam Miller had someone send Fiona a mink coat, so Fiona went over to say thank you." Of course, Madam Miller did not give Fiona a mink coat. It was Fiona who rushed over to her place to please Jade. Since Jade found out that Fiona’s mother was a mistress, Jade's attitude toward Fiona was not like before. Susan was worried that Jade would have a change of heart, so she told Fiona to think of a way to please Jade.

I mumble, clenching my hands on my thighs and trying to hide how much I liked that he called me that, but he notices anyway and gives me a wink, "Thanks, I guess." I feel bad for acting like an immature envious bïtch, so for the rest of the way, I lean on Gray’s shoulder and hug him around the waist as I tell him what happened today. I also tell him how excited I am that I made a new friend like Fiona. She is an omega and very, very beautiful, like Regina and Gemma, but she doesn't treat me like I'm a stray dog that they had to accept into their home.

The second I walked in, her eyes met mine and a warm smile spread across her thin lips. "Well hello, dear. Are you new here?" I nodded as I smiled weakly at her. I hated being the new kid. "Well, tell me your name, sweetheart. I'll get you your papers right away so you can get to homeroom on time." "Fiona Christopher, ma'am." With a nod of her head, she turned to the computer on her right and typed in my name quickly with her slender fingers. She nodded again and clicked on the mouse, the sound of something printing following after.

“Displaying FIBI right in front of the woman you love is something else and according to you, the show was a happy one until she spoke about your nephew.” Gideon as expected was very much interested in the new topic, he really wanted me to spell it out to him. What have I been expressing to him and his wife since my arrival? Why did I run to them this early? “Gideon that’s not the point, I don’t need you to lecture me, I just want you to listen to me, like Fiona is doing,” my eyes met with the beaming Fiona, she handed me a snack tray, the pancake and burger sniffed through my nose.

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.