The Giver Fiona Novels & Stories

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.

She sat up, left her chest bare, then grabbed a gadget from inside her bag on the nightstand. "Dad?" she murmured,. Steve sat down as well. He enveloped Fiona's upper body with the remaining strands of the quilt. His bead looked at the woman who was picking up the call. "I'm at a friend's house. Why?" asked Fiona. The girl listened for a moment to the father talking behind the phone. Until the end, the bead was manned. "Huh? Arranged marriage?" ***

“Please give this to Mia for me. Is Ms. Gordon in her office?” Chloe took the gift and nodded. “She is. You can go right in.” Lucas walked down the hallway and stopped outside the office. He raised his hand and knocked. “Ms. Gordon?” “Come in.” Lucas thought the voice sounded familiar. Before he could place it, he turned the handle and opened the door. Fiona was sitting behind the desk. Her cool, elegant presence looked completely out of place in the plain little office. Lucas’s gaze instantly went cold.

Instead of dropping it with the other presents she received, she gave it to Mia. Chloe and Jackson couldn’t help but feel jealous at what was going on. Why did she have to separate Ethan’s present? “Thank you,” she muttered with a sexy tone that she hardly used. Ethan and Lim stepped aside, with Lim going straight up to meet Mia, who stood beside Nana. Lim and Mia engulfed themselves in a tight hug; that one could tell that something was going on between them. This was the best birthday Fiona ever had in her twenty-nine years of living. She was twenty-nine today. As she continued speaking, Rowan’s small voice halted her. She spun her head around to see him running from the main house to wher

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

I won't litter. Professor Morgan was at a loss for words. Was it too late for him to quit now? Fiona walked into the classroom, completely unaffected by everyone's shocked looks. She went up to Larissa in the back row before pointing at Judy, who was sitting next to her. "Move!" Fiona said firmly. Judy didn't dare protest against this delinquent girl. Was she the daughter of some mafia boss, or a mafia boss herself? She couldn't afford to offend her, so she pitifully got up to make room.

If you looked closely, she was shaking. "Fiona, are you scared? What scares you? Afraid you won’t be able to handle the truth?" She couldn’t hear me, and she was far past the point of staying calm. Even when her phone started ringing, she ignored it. That was Ryker calling. I watched with a mocking smile as she pulled up at the prison gates. She got out in a rush, slamming her hand against the door, flashing her ID. "I’m Fiona Carter. I’m Xavier Blake’s family!"

he said, gesturing towards Azure. Fiona smiled warmly, hoping that her friendly demeanor would help break the ice between her and Azure. "I know you know me already, Azure. But I hope you won’t forget my name. It’s Fiona. I'm the Gamma of our pack," she said, extending her hand for a handshake. Azure reluctantly took her hand and shook it, but didn't say anything in response. His coldness towards her was palpable, and Fiona felt her heart sink.

Faye knew how to play cute and weak to get extra love and attention. Sure, she had her own struggles, and yes, she was really sick—but when those became her weapons, and when innocent people got hurt because of it... Amanda just couldn’t feel good about her anymore. And, Fiona is that kind of person. The moment Fiona’s name was mentioned, Faye’s face popped into Amanda’s head. Fiona’s epilepsy. Fiona’s hidden agenda. No different.