Who Is Fiona In The Giver นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In my mind's eye, the barrier was a complex web woven from threads of malicious, shimmering energy. This was... a mental barrier? "Surprised?" Fiona's voice came from behind me. I turned to see her gliding toward me, the same sweet smile from the gala on her face. "You?" "Of course, me." She stopped in front of me, her smile turning cruel. "Did you really think all I could do was play the victim?" "You..." I stared at her in shock. "You're not a normal Omega." "Finally figured it out?" Fiona circled me like a predator sizing up its prey. "I'm a psychic-class Omega, one of the rarest breeds. And you?" She raked her eyes over me. "You're just a broken-down healer."

Calculating and curious eyes stare me down, and honestly, it’s unnerving. “Who is she?” Healer Farah asks. “Is she a healer?” Healer Sarina questions. “What’s her name?” Healer Asha demands. I glance at Ethan then look at the three women. These are some of the kindest women I know, so I nod and explain, “Her name is Fiona, and she’s been learning to create remedies, concoctions, and teas from a healer’s herbalism book. She is here to help you and to learn from you, as Ethan’s mate—”

One of the high-ranking guards stationed at the hospital rushed into the room, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. "What happened?!" I demanded, a sudden, dark dread dropping into my stomach. "The Omega... Alpha King..." the young guard stammered, paralyzed by my dark aura. "Speak up!" my mother snapped at him. The guard swallowed hard, bowing his head quickly. “Your Highness. Fiona has just opened her eyes."

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

Fiona had been kidnapped in her place and now the girl could barely see because her vision was all blurred by heavy tears. “El… EL, ANSWER THIS SHIT!” she screamed in the middle of that night, her heart pounding hard, still in panic. He picked up right away, voice already on full alert. “Raina? Where are you? You’re calling me to come pick you up, right, like always,” her brother huffed on the other side of the line. “They took Fiona!” she screamed, voice ripping from so much crying. “What the hell?” Elijah asked. “They took her, bro. Four masked guys, black van, shouted ‘grab Raina Foster’ and threw her inside! They took her thinking it was me, El! It was just now, two minutes ago!”

Fiona did not dodge and took that hard slap. Immediately, an obvious palm mark appeared on her tender and pale face. At that exact moment, a woman walked into the bathroom and saw the scene of Yvonne hitting Fiona clearly. Fiona was Secretary Summers' daughter, Jackson's girlfriend, while Yvonne was just a little old nobody. A little old nobody slapping Secretary Summers' daughter was clearly asking for death. The noble lady immediately shrieked and when Fiona saw someone there, she began to cover her face and cry.

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.

Samantha froze. She looked at Vincent and asked stiffly, "What do you mean?" Vincent pointed at the panicked Fiona behind her and revealed the truth, his voice steady and merciless. "She is not the daughter of your savior. The real Fiona died a long time ago. That girl is just a sickly girl from the orphanage. She stole Fiona's identity to survive. And that scratch back then happened because Daisy found out the truth. This girl staged the whole thing to gain your trust!"

She held the phone tightly, her voice was trembling and croaky. “Christian, tell me, who the donor is? I could go look for them!” Things were already at that stage, she could not let Nigel down! Even if she had to give up everything, she still had to find the donor and persuade the donor to help Nigel! Christian was silent. He knew that the truth would come out sooner or later. After a while, Christian chuckled bitterly. “Actually, the person is…” “Fiona…” Before Christian could finish his sentence, Joshua’s feeble voice came from behind Luna. “Where is Fiona…”

Fiona moved in on a Wednesday. Dad walked her into the living room holding her hand, like he was introducing a new piece of furniture. "Helena, this is Fiona. Old friend from college. Nina's starting first grade and I want her ahead of the curve. Fiona's going to help out." Mom was chopping vegetables. The knife paused. She didn't look up. All she said was two words. "Whatever you want." I already knew who Fiona was. Dad had a whole album of her on his phone.