The Giver Fiona Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Ez.” But he didn’t know how wrong he was. Fiona leaned back in her chair. “If you really want to survive this, you’ll need more than courage. You’ll need to remember what she was running from—and why she chose you.” “Why me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Why not someone else?” “Because,” Fiona said, standing slowly and walking toward a tall, dusty cabinet. “She gave you her eyes. Her fire. Her fight.” She opened the cabinet and pulled out a small, black box. When she turned to face me, her expression was no longer amused—it was grave.

" Fiona's heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't breathe for one moment. Then—quietly—yet firmly—she laid her fork down and replied. "I am not embarrassed of where I was born. I am not trying to wear a ring." Madam Jamaica tilted her head to one side, encouraging her. "So why are you here, Miss Generys?" Fiona looked at him for the first time. She was not trembling. "Because my niece is dying. And I will dominate any room, any configuration, and any question—if it means that I can keep on reporting for duty for her."

The overall effect was that of a botoxed Barbie doll and a Christmas tree put together. "Oh, I don't suppose you know me. I am Fiona, Aiden's stepmother. You can call me Fiona." She said haughtily. I couldn't take my gaze away from her and whispered, "Nice to meet you." She pulled a little finely carved gold box from her bag and opened it to get a cigarette, which she lighted with a gold lighter. "Do you mind if I light up?" She inhaled deeply and exhaled a puff in my direction. With a shake of my head, I expressed my dissatisfaction with the situation.

Before Owen could do so, Aria grabbed Fiona's hand. She looked into her eyes and asked, "Who's Mindy?" "She's my daughter." Fiona clutched her long hair with one hand. "My daughter is very obedient. Tiny, too, like a baby." Aria lowered her gaze, her eyes seemingly possessing some magical power. "Mindy is not your daughter." "Mindy isn't my daughter?" Fiona went from confusion to doubt. Aria nodded. "She's not. Nobody bullied your daughter."

Nolan Cunningham ruffled Fiona's hair and reassured her, saying, "Don't worry. Whether she is found or not, you're the Cunningham family heiress. I'm here for you, and I won't let anyone hurt you. Nobody can take your place." With tears welling up in her eyes, Fiona nodded and embraced Nolan Cunningham. "Nolan, you're so good to me. I love you the most." Shaking his head with a resigned smile, Nolan patted her back. "You're all grown up and still acting like a baby." "I'll always be your little sister," Fiona said cheerfully. "Yeah, always." ... After leaving the Pearl Restaurant, Jasmine sat in the passenger seat of Ethan's car and spoke in a low voice. "I'm sorry..."

The clan leader never spared anyone's life who rebelled against him but look at Fiona, she's living a good life like she always does. The envy was not something which sprout instantly, it's there since she met Fiona five years ago. Fiona was beautiful, rich, smart and intelligent. She knew how to attract everyone around her. She is good at painting and drawing getting teachers attention. She got good marks in all subjects, even Gwen's parents would praise her like she's actual princess. It's not that Gwen was never praised by her parents but they would lecture her most of the time about her future plans comparing her to Fiona all the time but Wilson's never pressured Fiona. She never saw Fio

She apologized with her head down, she doesn't deserve anything nice, she had never treated anyone nicely, and she is an asshole as she said, Fiona held her hand. "You don't have to apologize, you are a nice person, I remember the very first day, I came into the mansion, you gave me, your doll because I was crying nonstop." Fiona was only ten years old when Hazel brought her to be a maid at Calvin's mansion, she is an orphan, Claudia is not all that bad, the fault is all from Hazel, who keeps feeding her evil thoughts about her sister, Claudia felt bad that she had treated Barbara badly when she finds out all the things Barbara birth mother did to her during her childhood.

Mei explained, but began coughing up seriously as Chu went to get her some water. “Thank you,” she said as she drank from it and continued talking. “Fiona was 12 years old when her dad sent her away to America. I overheard him talking about planting her as an assassin for his sworn enemy, a certain Mr. Jonas Prescott. I don’t know how that turned out, but ever since then, she never returned.” “Hold up, Fiona killed Mr. Jonas? The man I thought was her father all along?” Jordan asked, as a shockwave washed over him.

"now give me my daughter back." "Whatever, take her, I just care about money and nothing else. Oh yeah! I want Ian also I don't know what he sees in a bitch like you." Fiona said and began to count the money with a huge smile of greed on her face. I ignored the gold digger and took my daughter in my arms, who cried her heart on my shoulder. I so badly wanted to shoot the pitch for kidnapping and hurting my daughter but I held myself back because Ian is coming with the cops.

It's not like we can force them to accept us with open hands. Fiona went over to the mini pickup truck and began offloading the things we brought. I walked over to her to assist her, while they all watched, not caring at all. "Here," Fiona handed the little kid who clung to my legs a while ago a snack. At first, the kid didn't collect but soon after he collected and smiled broadly at Fiona and Fiona returned the smile. "Please you guys should accept this little token," Fiona said aloud, referring to the things we brought. "We will come see you guys some other time."