The Giver Fiona Novels & Stories

It was a model I had paused on while we had gone shopping. I was surprised. “Where did you get the money for it?” Fiona scratched her head. Her cheeks flamed. It was clear that she felt embarrassed. “I spent all my savings from my allowance. I even sold some of my bags.” Fiona looked up at me. Her usually rebellious gaze was serious. “Thank you for protecting me, Randy.” My eyes stung with tears as my heart warmed. That incident on Valentine’s Day seemed so far away. This gift had banished my bad mood. It also dismantled the wall that stood between Fiona and me.

John of course was going for his daughter. It didn’t take long to reach the training grounds where the graduation would be held. I quickly located the group of other graduates Unfortunately we had to wait for Fiona to arrive before we could file into our seats. In usual Fiona fashion she showed up with a minute to spare, much to the annoyance of all the teachers. Fiona of course tutted them, and told them they better learn to respect her as she was the future Luna of the pack. They just rolled their eyes at her, lined us up, and we walked out to our seats.

She loved to hear tales like these. "I didn't even know what was going on at that time. I was only interested in Athena so I didn't quite fancy any of them." "Who's Fiona though?" Daniel, who had been listening, asked. "Oh, Fiona's is Griffith's daughter. But she's dead. Athena executed her." "Yeah, you said so." Daniel said with pity in his voice. Ciara, who was still watching the young ladies, suddenly had a wicked idea. She pulled Alex by the arm till he was close enough to her. She raised her tiptoes and whispered into his ear.

He silently picked everything up and arranged it neatly on the coffee table before leaving the room. Outside the room, Fiona had been waiting for quite a while. She held a large bag in her hands. When she saw Dexter come out, she hurried over to ask, "Did you give them to her? Did she accept them?" Dexter cleared his throat. "Sort of." Fiona eyed him suspiciously. "Really?" Dexter shrugged. "I told her it's for my daughter and doesn't have anything to do with her." Fiona's eyes sparkled with delight as she cast an approving glance at him. He was finally improving. Afterward, she cleared her throat and knocked on the door.

Startled to hear that, Fiona replied, “…You… You still recognize me…?” Though Fiona was touched, her hopes were quickly crushed when she heard Zivon scoff, “As if I wouldn’t recognize the criminal who hurt my family!” Clenching her fists, it took her a while to react… But when she finally found her voice again, she began laughing maniacally! “…Yes, that’s right… It was foolish of me to think that you’d ever love me… Well, let’s just skip to the finale, then! Here! Accept this final gift from me!” roared Fiona as she revealed a syringe filled with an ominous-looking liquid!

Fiona looked fragile and aged—not that she was getting any younger—but Liora felt her heart pull in pain as she looked at the once lively woman who had saved her all those years ago. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. Now that you are here, I’m sure all these will be settled.” Fiona said confidently. She pulled Liora in for a hug, tapping her shoulders softly as she whispered. “Thank you for showing up. I know we didn't start off on the right foot last night; thank you for showing up.” Liora nodded as she stepped away from her. When Fiona got to the door, Liora called out. “I’m going to make sure you don’t lose anything.” Liora said.

Knowing his temperament, he wasn’t the type to chase after me to give them to me, but it was heartwarming that he’d bought me first aid supplies and shoes. I wasn’t particularly fond of red, but since it was the first gift I’d ever received from someone else, I couldn't help but feel happy. “Since we can’t practice today, Gabriel sent me here to show you the people to avoid at the party and what to do in specific situations,” Fiona said, rubbing her temple after settling onto the sofa. “What’s wrong?” I asked. When I first met Fiona, I was intimidated. She seemed stern and irritable, but during the past few days of training, I realized she was like Gabriel.

"What is it you want from me?" "Answers," Elias said. "I need answers from you." "If I have them, I will give them to you," Ruth muttered. "Oh, I'm sure you have them," Elias said. "Tell me about your daughter." "Fiona," Ruth said. "That's the Luna and-" "Claire," Elias cut in. "Claire Fischer. That is the daughter we have in our records. Where does this Fiona come from?" Ruth looked straight at Elias as she said, "Fiona was my first daughter. I had her with Charles before we became officially mated, that was why nobody knew. I was not born in this pack."

I suppose it was nice to see that this woman’s blatant question took us both aback. Fiona. So, that was her name. It suddenly clicked in the back of my mind why this woman seemed so familiar. Fiona was the Alpha daughter of Luna Caroline's pack. And I suppose, theoretically, she was Caroline’s niece. From what I heard about her through the ongoing lines of gossip that circulated through the staff, Fiona often liked to pick fights with other Alpha daughters. Many had commented in the past that she wasn't very attractive. Perhaps it was her aggressive personality that made her so.

She sent me an Instagram account that belonged to Fiona, one that was private and I had never known about. I tapped into it. She posted constantly about what she ate, where she went, and what she read. Every single post had comments from Gavin. Fiona: Finally finished it. Knitting a scarf for the one I love. Gavin: Got the scarf. Too bad he’s at home, or I’d come pick it up. Fiona: Hmph. Then forget it. It was a black scarf, the birthday gift Fiona had given me last year. I’d been genuinely moved at the time.