A Friend Is A Gift From God Novels & Stories

"Those things are my priority but I need people to hang out with who aren't family. My friends are not bad people." "You don't know that. What if they hurt you?" "They might, but right now I'm happy. Don't you like to see me happy?" "I do, honey. I really do but not like this. You have started doing things that I'm clearly against and it's not good for you." "I told you, they were a gift." "Just because you received them from a friend, doesn't mean that my opinion doesn't matter anymore." "I didn't say that. I just can't reject something that someone gave me wholeheartedly."

His gift is the spark that will ignite your body and open the doors to your full potential. Reed hangs his head. "Do not be sad. I love you so much, Reed.” “I also love you very much, my best friend and companion. I don’t know how I’m going to live without having you with me.” The goddess listens to everything and is moved. She has an epiphany. Reed, I'm going to give you a gift that no werewolf has ever received before—a gift for you and your wolf. Reed looks at the Goddess with a sad look.

“Isn't everyone we meet in this world, a stranger to us on our first meeting? They become our friends because we choose to trust them.” “Oh! So you do know how to reply back! I am impressed!” Now what? I think to myself, when another message chimes in. “And because I am impressed, I would like to give you a gift. But remember! While it might be a gift from my side, it can be really traumatizing for you. So I would suggest, if you don't want any more trauma in your life, then don't be greedy for this gift. Just leave this city while you still can, and lead a happy and peaceful life…”

Even though Isaiah is someone who has always kept his word, I can’t trust a man after what that man did to me. “Please…It’s nothing. Just a gift from a friend to a friend,” he insists. “Friends don’t get each other gifts that cost over five grand. This is crazy,” I retorted, shaking my head. “This friend does. Come on.” He extended his hand to me as I inhaled sharply. He intently gazed at me, waiting for me to respond. My eyes dropped to his hand, then back up at him. “Fine. I will take them,” I say, and he nods, a smirk on his face as he steps closer, coming to help me put them on. He stands so close to me that I can feel the warmth of his body against mine.

Just living off friends' money and the little writing money. This makes me appreciate people. Most especially my friends. Those people are just angels sent from above. There's no better explanation for the amazing heart-warming things they have done for me. Those are among the few people I would literally take the bullet for because I am sure they would do the same for me. Ramon's mom stopped being mean to me.

"Human nature has grown from bad to worse. People are only interested in what you can give them and not what they can give you. I would love to thank God for placing you in that position yesterday but I don't believe in him. So, I am at the middle of deciding if I should thank him or stay the same." "You should thank your children," Blackwheel added. "They are the reason why someone would want to help any adult in a difficult situation." "God bless you, James!" Matthew intoned. "It is not everyday I see a man blessed with the kind of wisdom God has given to you and that is why I am interested in getting to know you better," Matthew paused and then continued. "Today, I extend my hand to the f

I said softly as I smiled up at him. He shook his head at me. “There is no need to thank me, Sira. I had so much fun, and I wanted you to be the one by myself this night.” He sighed. “Even if it was for a short time, being your friend was the best gift the moon goddess gave me this year. I’m grateful to her,” he said calmly. A blush creeped up my cheeks as I stared at the earth. I had broken our friendship earlier in the day because I didn’t have courage to take what everyone was saying. What a shame I was!

He queried. "I do. I'd like to think so at least. I remember you from my childhood. You sometimes play fought with me. The memories are fuzzy but I know you are a good person." "I was a friend to your mother. A very close friend." Another question came to mind but I didn't want to say it. It sounded like an offensive thing to say to a man that had just saved my life. His gift... I had never seen anything like it. Teleportation was a gift my pack was supposed to be blessed with but the books said it had been lost to time. Others mentioned that it was something my father did that caused the Nightshade to strip off their heavenly gifts. So instead of asking Elliot where he was when my people tu

“Fitch—” “Friends give each other small gifts. That’s normal, isn’t it?” He looked innocent enough, but something very different flickered in his eyes. I knew it then—this friendship journeywas going to be a long one. I nodded. He wasn’t wrong. Friends did exchange little tokens of affection, and chocolate—well, I simply couldn’t refuse something that sweet. The bastard knew my weakness and exploited it shamelessly.

Her face fell as she saw that neither Chris Jnr nor Emm had any intention of receiving the document from her. “Are you looking down on my greeting gift?” Beth feigned a wronged expression as she alternated her gaze between Chris Jnr and Emm. Both twisted their butts uncomfortably on Chris’s lap as they looked at their Daddy for help. “There is nothing wrong in accepting a gift from a friend if there are no hidden agendas.” Chris advised in a soft voice as he saw through their discomfort “It is just like how daddy accepts help from your godfathers.” “I swear that there is no agenda other than a reciprocity for the greeting gift I just received for the friendship we made.” Beth once again chil