The Giver Fiona Novels & Stories

Fiona's parents, Henry Geller and Carrie Fraser, came at dinner time. "Good boy. You've suffered these days." Henry patted Phillip's shoulder. "You've put in a lot of effort to leave Freda a child." "Don't say that, Henry. I love Freda the most. I'm willing to do it for her and the Geller family." Phillip looked sad, but his eyes wandered toward Fiona. "Fortunately, we have Fiona." Carrie held her daughter's hand. "We must leave a child for Freda."

Fiona: The front doors burst open before I could even reach them. A woman emerged, her perfectly manicured hands pressed to her chest in theatrical concern. She was smaller than I'd imagined, more fragile looking, but there was steel in her brown eyes. "Fiona! Oh, sweetheart, you're finally home!" Her voice dripped with honey, but I could taste the poison underneath. She rushed toward me, arms outstretched like we were long-lost family. I stepped back sharply. "Where is my father?"

“Who’s this beauty? Marian didn't mention you now had a damsel in the house.” I tightened my fingers against the rail, and Jalen instantly stepped between us. “She’s Fiona,” he said coldly. “A family friend.” Jordan raised a brow and tipped his chin at me. “Hello, Fiona. You’re absolutely stunning.” He said it with a little smirk, like he enjoyed testing boundaries. It was then that I saw the true beauty of his purple eyes as they flashed at me, and a sudden heat of discomfort surged up my neck. Jalen’s jaw tightened, his face turned cold and unreadable as I've ever seen before. “Fiona, go upstairs. Wait for me in your room,” he ordered and I could sense a hint of jealousy in his voice. His

She moves with sure, confident actions, grabbing a box of noodles and a can of broth. Despite how she’s been treated in the past, Fiona is still a kind person. After what she’s gone through, most people would have turned jaded and angry, hating the world, but not Fiona. Her kindness and determination to get her life back is a bright light that guides her forward. It’s rare to meet someone who is like Fiona. In all honesty, I only know the surface of what she’s been through, and as I watch her cook, I find myself digging into her background. I use the multitude of resources given to me along with the title of King.

At the beginning, she didn't want to speak with me, however, it felt like something deep down, caused her to say respond to my question. We were talking, Fiona walked in.. " What is happening?". She turned to Chris's mom and asked.. Fiona is the best friend of Chris, and even though she doesn't bear the same blood as Chris and his mother, they've always taken her as a friend and member of the family. . " Nothing Is happening.... When did you come?". Chris's mother left my Side and went to hers, she takes away her hand from holding her waist and slowly pulled her close, they smiled at each other, and I Just remained behind without altering a single word.

I deadpanned with a blank look, and she laughed awkwardly. Next to greet me was Fiona, the only one that is genuine with her actions toward me. She's older than me, and I'm the youngest. Fiona is an artist who chose her passion over a stable job like mine. "Ignore the bitches. You look great, darling!" Her extrovert self beamed before hugging me tight, and I smiled before returning her hug with equal enthusiasm.

Probably staring at the sky,a place he would never go. Even in death he was still mad at me, I spent half of my life trying to please him till I turned fourteen. That's when I met Gwen, She inspired me. I saw her yelling at the apples on the orchard cause they won't fall off. I was thrilled and amused . Dycan had set standard for girls, yelling at the apples was not so ladylike, but Gwen didn't care. She never cared about what anyone thought, she never lived her life for anyone. Non regardless of the fact that she was an omega wol

Freya mused, slapping the book in her hand shut. I chuckled awkwardly. “Don’t be like that, my love. You know how much I love to look at you. I have just been curious to know how you are doing.” I held her gaze lowering my voice. “About Fiona?” “I see you have met her.” “Couldn’t resist. She is a sweet girl I must say and respectful. It’s obvious she wouldn’t have let this happen if she could avoid it. I feel bad a little that she has to do this for us.”

The two locked eyes with each other but did not say a word. After hearing Joshua’s footsteps grow further and further away until they disappeared, Fiona curled her lips into a smirk and said, “I didn’t think you’d come.” Luna sneered. “Joshua was even willing to kidnap his own son so that he could donate blood to you. How can I not come along?” Fiona smirked and lowered her head to toy with a few tendrils of her own hair. The sickly look on her face had disappeared entirely and was replaced with one of conceit and serpent-like slyness.