A Gift Paid In Eternity Novels & Stories

Her kiss felt like a symbol of the eternal love and bond that they shared. “Can you promise that we’ll be together forever, Garin? That even after death, we’ll find each other in Harlem and be together for all eternity?” Hannah asked. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Hannah. I promise you that our love will live forever, in the physical world and the Nether realm. We will love each other for every lifetime, every generation and nothing will ever break us apart. I swear it,” He said. “I swear it as well,” Hannah said and they sealed their promise with another kiss and let the night swallow them in its calm and peace as they engaged in the sharing of skin and the passion found within.

It resembled an altar, but not for worship. For testing. Kieran approached it. The structure was covered in glyphs, some familiar, some broken. Above it, suspended in that air, were seven translucent discs. Each one pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat. Below the discs, etched into the stone, glowed a phrase: “Only the silent may sing.” Kieran stared, trying to understand what this was asking of him. Then the discs began to hum. Not with sound but with memory. Each one projected a moment, faint and flickering.

"It's just that I've foreseen that if you and I sleep together, my prophetic ability will disappear. The vampires are bound to attack us again, and I want to help you with that. I won't be able to without my ability. The heavens told me that it's only after you've unified the lands that I can make you bear an heir." Vivian believed me and let go of me. Then, she urgently asked when the next opportunity would come. "The banquet ten days from now," I answered.

Three years, and Gavin was still the same arrogant, self-obsessed jerk. I didn't say a word. He had no clue I was here to take his company. Right after he swaggered inside, a janitor jogged over and grabbed the bag from me. "Sorry, Ms. Valencia—I didn't mean to be late." She'd asked me to bring bottles for some summit promo—trade enough, win a limited-edition rocket for her grandson. When she saw the haul, her face lit up. "Thank you! You just made his dream come true."

Faced with their kindness, even if it was full of guilt, Sinead could not help feeling moved. She accepted the gift and sent the two elders a sincere reply filled with apology and gratitude: [Thank you for your birthday wishes. I have always felt the care and love you have given me all these years. So, no matter what happened between him and me, you will always be my favorite Uncle Kenny and Aunt Opal. I also wish you good health in the future.]

Those who discovered her said her body had already begun to decay, and the basement reeked of rot. The screen went dark. I stood there with a heavy heart. NODE sighed again. "In the end, Maxwell's love for you reached 100%. If you had died during the first blood draw, his love would have reached 100% then as well." People only learned how to cherish something after they lost it. "This was your first world," NODE continued. "I hope you learned from it. When I inhabited your body, his affection value surged again from its lowest point. Do you understand now, Cass?"

“Set up the trust for the girls. How much can I legally put in there?” “I’ll have to check. There’s this thing called the lifetime exemption limit, which basically means you can gift as much as $13.6 million without paying taxes. So, at least that.” “I’ve already gifted Ripley a million.” Lucas nodded, “or just pay the taxes, but it’s over 40% of the amount you’ll be gifting.” “That’s a fucking lot.” Lucas shrugged. “Up to you. I’ll set everything up. You just let me know how much, and I’ll clear it with your accountant. But do it before you’re married. So you have one day to decide,” he chuckled dryly. One fucking day. What the fuck am I going to do?

You can't get the betrothal dropped and still hoard his gifts like some petty thief. I stared her down. Perfect match for Samzor. "It's not like I refused to return anything. Gifts aren't loans. I gave just as much back. So who's calling it theft?" Her smile wobbled, then snapped back like elastic. "Oh, you CLAIM you gave just as much back? Cool. Show the proof." I swallowed the urge to gag. Not worth it. Gifts between promised wolves aren't receipts—they're private. Sacred. Who the hell keeps score like a bargain-bin trader?

“I want to tell you something about the second gift. Something I learned in my own research decades ago, before I knew it would ever matter to anyone I would meet.” I went very still, how did she know about it? “There is a limitation to the gift’s full capacity use that even Elena may not have fully understood,” Mira said. “She knew the cost in years. I do not think she knew that the cost compounds. Each subsequent full use after the first costs more than the one before it, exponentially rather than linearly. If she had used it twice, the second use would not have cost three years. It would have cost considerably more.” She held my gaze. “I am telling you this because I do not want you opera

“I’m sure you would be. Now, before you go, I want you to pick a gift, a gift in the new world.” “A gift?” “A divine gift from me which is determined by the totality of all your talents, achievements, and goals in your previous life.” Almost immediately, Elizabeth’s mind turns to her accident. Her vision blurs and her heart starts to palpitate. I… never want that to happen… ever… AGAIN! “I want to be unbreakable!” Goddess smiles and she gives Elizabeth the gift that she desires. “Goodbye Elizabeth and good luck.” Elizabeth felt a light envelop her and she was sent to Foserense.