Who Is Fiona In The Giver นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I am sure you wouldn't want to doubt my driving skills Fiona arrived exactly twenty-seven minutes later. She didn’t bother to knock. She walked straight in like the house belonged to her, her coat was already off, with her tablet in hand, eyes sweeping the room once before locking on my face. “Talk to me,” she said. So I did. I told her about the address on the photo. About the old woman. The rumors. The carved number. The whisper. The child’s voice. I didn’t take out anything. Fiona didn’t interrupt. She only stopped moving when I finished. “A shelter,” she said slowly, fingers already flying across her screen. “That number isn’t private. I think it's linked to a lot of things. Routing thr

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.

He asked giving her a high five. "I'm doing good sir. What about you?." She also asked him. I looked at the both of them quietly and saw the similarities between them. So it is true. Drake is the man who raped me years ago. He is Fiona's father. "Carina are you okay?." Drake asked noticing my silence. Gina walked in. "Gina please give Fiona something to eat. Fiona follow aunt Gina to the kitchen." I told her. "Come sweetie." Gina said and led Fiona to the kitchen.

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.

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.”

“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

“I’ll let our Alpha and Luna explain everything to you when they get here. In the meantime, Fiona can catch you up on the pack. She has been waiting patiently to talk to you. She is also an omega, just like you.” What? An omega? That can’t be possible. I turn and look at Fiona. Before I can even ask, she smiles and says, “Yes. I’m an omega. We have a few of them here, including Luna Katelyn and Bridget, who will someday be a High Elder just like her mother.” The doctor clears his throat and adds, “I’ll leave you two to talk for a bit, but I’ll be back in when Alpha Wyatt and Luna Katelyn get here. If anything happens before then, let me know.”

She was delusional that Justin would want this arrangement to turn into a proper marriage. Fiona and Justin appear to be a happily married couple to others. Still, only her dearest father-in-law and Grace, and possibly her mother-in-law, are aware of the truth about their marriage contract. Grace is a housemaid in Justin's apartment. For the past few days, she has been an ideal friend and mother to Fiona. She is in her late 40s and, like her name, she is very graceful in everything she does. She has been with Justin since he was born and took care of him along with his mother. So you can practically call her his second mom. Fiona's thoughts were soon distracted as soon as she heard the doorb

I allowed a moment of silence to stretch out between us as I thought about how to get Fiona’s attention at the gathering without dragging any form of attention to ourselves before Zeal’s voice broke through my haze, pulling me back to the room. “I still find it hard to believe that you are truly going to use Fiona as a pawn,” he began, “Right now, she thinks of you as a savior and I can’t begin to imagine how much shattered she will be when she discovers she was nothing more than a piece in your game.”

I wasn't accepting this life and this fate; I was simply strategizing. The girl stepped forward and grabbed my hand. “It's me, Fiona. Did you really hit your head? How can you not know me?” “Fiona…?” “Yes! Your Personal Assistant. The next best thing that's happened in your life, you know,” she added with a cheeky grin that had me blinking and wondering if she was maybe a little sick in the head too. Fiona sat on the bed and brushed a hand across my cheek. The gesture was so tender it almost melted my heart. But I had to stay wary.