Novel & Cerita Who Is Fiona In The Giver

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.

Fiona straightens slowly, pain etched across her face—but beneath it, something like relief. “You passed the test,” she says quietly. My hands tremble. “You don’t get to test me.” “No,” she agrees. “But now I know.” She meets my gaze, eyes shining. “You won’t become what hunts you.” Guards flood the chamber moments later, weapons raised, confusion written across their faces. “Take her,” Ethan orders coldly. Fiona doesn’t resist as they lead her away. She doesn’t look back. When the echoes fade, the chamber feels unbearably empty.

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.

He looked back at me with something behind his eyes that looked almost like admiration. "She's confused," he said simply. Fiona walked onto the chamber floor. She stopped beside me and faced the council. "I am Fiona Calloway," she said. "I was taken by some men when I was an infant and I was then taken inside his organisation as an adult. For most of my adult life I believed Aurelian was my enemy because Cassian built the same files inside my head." She held up her own set of films. "These are mine. My tether files. Every horrible memory I have of Aurelian, every reason I had to hate him, is in here. Manufactured. Every single one."

I mumble, clenching my hands on my thighs and trying to hide how much I liked that he called me that, but he notices anyway and gives me a wink, "Thanks, I guess." I feel bad for acting like an immature envious bïtch, so for the rest of the way, I lean on Gray’s shoulder and hug him around the waist as I tell him what happened today. I also tell him how excited I am that I made a new friend like Fiona. She is an omega and very, very beautiful, like Regina and Gemma, but she doesn't treat me like I'm a stray dog that they had to accept into their home.

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.

Fiona said without looking up, She wiped sudden tears from her face. "Now who might you be?" Alek asked, cocking his head. Fiona finally looked up and saw that she was not talking to one of her men. She frowned and gathered herself from the floor. "I am alright, Darius," I answered him. "Thank you for asking." "I am Fiona," she extended her hand, batting her eyes seductively. "The Luna of this pack. I came to welcome you." "You are the Luna," Alek said, taking in her slutty appearance. "And you came to welcome us... by breaking through the window. "

Fiona said calmly. "Human girls are punished like this by me," He snapped and Fiona closed her eyes for a brief second. "I see," She murmured lowly. "Gena," She said calmly as the girl hurried over to her while sniffing. Fiona forwarded her hand in which she was holding a sharp dagger as Gena stared at it silently. "Take it," Fiona pressed in a clipped tone as Gena took it in her trembling hands. "Go, take your revenge," Fiona whispered softly while looking at Gena who stared at her flabbergasted.

She held my hand, past political opponents who wanted to keep a low profile, and finally led me to a safe place far from the roadside. My father's bodyguards soon found me, and the girl never bothered with the "nonexistent hat" again. She smiled at me as she turned and ran away. She was smart and bold, and I remembered her for thirteen years. I recognized her when I first saw her at City Hall. It's Fiona. It was Fiona, who had just been recovered from her foster mother's house, missing for years. She has just returned to the Green family, all the actions are because of the lack of affection and inferiority attitude, and appear incompatible.

The second I walked in, her eyes met mine and a warm smile spread across her thin lips. "Well hello, dear. Are you new here?" I nodded as I smiled weakly at her. I hated being the new kid. "Well, tell me your name, sweetheart. I'll get you your papers right away so you can get to homeroom on time." "Fiona Christopher, ma'am." With a nod of her head, she turned to the computer on her right and typed in my name quickly with her slender fingers. She nodded again and clicked on the mouse, the sound of something printing following after.