The Giver Fiona Novels & Stories

Fiona said calmly. "Human girls are punished like this by me," He snapped and Fiona closed her eyes for a brief second. "I see," She murmured lowly. "Gena," She said calmly as the girl hurried over to her while sniffing. Fiona forwarded her hand in which she was holding a sharp dagger as Gena stared at it silently. "Take it," Fiona pressed in a clipped tone as Gena took it in her trembling hands. "Go, take your revenge," Fiona whispered softly while looking at Gena who stared at her flabbergasted.

Fiona was at a loss. Gale patted his heart. "Ms. Fiona, when did you come? Is there something wrong?" "I've been here for a long time..." Everyone in the jewelry department had seen her. Gale was a little embarrassed. She was too focused on studying the injury on her finger just now... "Oh. I'm sorry." "It's all right. Ma'am, this is for you," Fiona said. Fiona handed over a delicate box with a bow tied on it. "This is…"

She can only conclude that Isabella is hiding her identity from Lan because she's having what belongs to him, yes, that can only be it. “So what's this new identity of hers?” She asked, glaring at her son. How she wishes, that her kids are also Lan's. Wouldn't it be amazing that she and her husband share grandkids with Larry? “Fiona Johnson, she's now the daughter of Mrs Ebele Johnson and her husband James” Fred responded. “Hmmm Fiona Johnson” Anna grumbled quietly. Meanwhile, at this time, Fiona woke up with a sniff. She sniffled three times and found herself in an unfamiliar arena. Her hands were chained above her head against a pillar.

Who could that be? I peeped through the little opening at the edge of the gate. A slender young lady, slightly above average in height, with brown skin and light-colored hair, stood before me. “Nina or whatever you call yourself, I want you to get rid of whatever is growing in your womb this minute because there is no way I’m letting you blackmail me,” Fiona snapped, her anger seething. “You lie, Fiona. You lie. I’m not getting rid of this child.”

I reached into my pocket to pull out the printed digital tracking sheets Declan had compiled, but Fiona pushed me away, grabbing her duffel bag from the bed. "I don't want to see your fake, photoshopped garbage, Star," Fiona said, her voice turning completely cold as she zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "You used to be our leader, but now you’re just a toxic, jealous parasite who can't stand to see her friends succeed without her. Stay away from me." Without a single glance back, Fiona marched past me, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor as she left the room, leaving me standing alone in the empty space. She was walking directly into a den of wolves, complet

She turned to her Rachel: "Tell Ned I need a new phone." She spoke to the Omega. Rachel nodded and ran out of the room, not wanting to stick around while Fiona was angry. Fiona looked at the crumpled phone sitting on top of the bin and sighed with her eyes closed, finger pressed against her nose. When she reopened them she seemed a little bit lighter.

Clark demanded, his gun still raised. The girl’s gloomy eyes darted between them, her voice barely audible. “P… please don’t hurt me. I didn't do anything.” Aaron’s expression softened, his gun lowering slightly. “We're not going to hurt you. What's your name?” The girl hesitated, then whispered, “F... Fiona.” “What are you doing here, Fiona? Are you hurt?” Aaron pressed calmly, approaching her deliberately. Fiona hesitated, her lips trembling with fear. “I… they… I dunno.” She spoke softly, unable to describe her situation and how she got there.

What did Xena even do wrong? Sienna wondered. All Xena did was love Felix. Could Miranda have said something to him? Felix never used to be like this. Just then, Fiona appeared at the elevator lobby at the end of the hallway. She had just gotten off work. “Ms. Gibson, you’re here too?” Fiona greeted Sienna. Sienna had always liked Fiona. She stood up and smiled. “I’m here to help look after Xena. Did you just get off work?”

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?

Fiona's pov When I slid past the glass doors of Halbart and Rowe Finance Company, the receptionist was already awaiting my arrival. "We've been expecting you, ma'am." She greeted me with warmth. I returned her smile as she showed me to the boardroom...which I already knew but I allowed her to lead me instead...again.