Romans & histoires A Gift Paid In Eternity

came a soft voice. She turned slowly to see Marlyn, holding a tray. Tea, toast, honey, and a letter tied with crimson silk. “He sent it again?” Seraphina asked quietly, not looking at the tray. Marlyn nodded. “He’s trying. Again.” “Let him,” Seraphina murmured, taking the cup of tea, her fingers curling around the porcelain. “His desperation is a beautiful symphony.” Marlyn raised a brow. “And if he’s still useful?”

He must have figured out that I was planning something, or suspected me of thinking about someone else. I acted quickly. “Still, you’re the one who is giving me a choice to marry you or not.” I employed the tactics that I used on my members and Carson Gao. He chuckled and tickled my chin. “It’s just been a day, but you are already yielding. Are you ready to put the past behind us? That’s an entire triad you have at your hands. What more do you want, Piper?” “An entire triad?” I could have almost fallen off that bed. I hurriedly straightened myself and attempted to look at him without being revolted. The least I could do was imagine him as a client and that I was striving to satisfy him.

"It's for your business. You can have it rented out and then make money every month. It's also under your name now. Also, I had it constructed four years ago, and it was supposed to be a gift to you when you got it at the age of 25. And when you started going to school, I said I'll be giving it to you when you finish. But it seems like I am the one that cannot wait to give it to you." Ethan smiled from corner to corner. After receiving such a grand gift like this, he couldn't bear disappointing his father. He can still hide it, can he? "Ethan, give me your wallet. I am also giving you another more gift," his father said. Ethan has absent-mindedly given his wallet away to his father. It was t

I asked, my voice merely a whisper, "do vampires mate for eternity?" Lance took my face gently within his hands and looked directly into my eyes. "Yes, we mate not only for life, but for eternity." "Do you have a mate?" I asked, afraid of the answer. Lance smiled, amused by my interest. "If I would have, you would not be here." "Oh?" He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "You would be dead," he said. He looked away, thinking, and then back into my eyes. "Do you remember when we met?"

"Forever." "I'm offering to let you go forever." My voice didn't break. My eyes did, a little, and I let them, because she'd taught me not to hide the wounds. "Because I finally understand it's the only gift I have that's actually worth anything. I've spent my whole life collecting. Debts, buildings, people, this whole gold city. I've never once in thirty-two years given a thing away that I could have kept." I made myself hold her gaze. "You're the first. And I'm doing it right, with the door open, with the money in your name, with your own key card in your hand so you know nobody's locking anything on you ever again. The car's waiting. You don't owe me a goodbye. You don't owe me anything a

The Doris in the photograph wore the same gentle smile, probably calling me an idiot. As I turned away, my hand brushed against an old wooden box on the table. Inside was something Stella had arranged to send me before her death, paying a guard a small fortune to get it delivered. It was a pair of bloodstained, gold-rimmed glasses and a note written in bold, flowing handwriting. [Mark, may you live forever in this rotten world.] I pulled out a lighter and set the paper on fire. I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me.

However, he had been struck by a collapsing beam and never made it out alive. After Dad sacrificed his life, Uncle Winston had taken pity on me for losing my father at such a young age. He'd also remembered that Craig was the child my father had saved at the cost of his life. Hence, he had continued to sponsor Craig's education and living expenses, paying for his food, clothing, and tuition; he'd treated him like his son.

“This isn’t liquor. It's just plain water! No taste at all!” The others who had taken a sip also frowned and spat it out. “It’s really just water!” “What’s going on? Water in a whisky bottle?” “That’s just messed up!” The whole room erupted. My in-laws’ faces turned green instantly. “That’s right. It’s just bottled water.” I gave Kevin a cold stare and added, “Every year, he takes 100,000 dollars from me to prepare New Year’s gifts, and this is what he sends to my parents. Plain water that costs two dollars. He bought it online. Even the packaging is recycled boxes.

he said quietly, “you signed your freedom away to save your family.” He took her hand. “Then you gave it back to me freely.” He opened the box. Inside: a ring. Platinum band, brilliant emerald center stone—matching the first gift he’d ever given her, the one that had started everything. But this one was different. Eternity diamonds encircled it. And inside the band, engraved: His Forever. He dropped to one knee. “Ava Harper,” he said, “I bought you once. I don’t want to own you anymore.”

His gaze softened as he turned to Livia, pulling a beautiful box from his jacket. “What’s that?” Livia asked curiously. “For you.” Inside was a ‘bond amplifier,’ fed by his own heart’s blood and engraved with complex runes. I could read them clearly: Darius and Livia, Eternal Blood-Kin. “It’s exquisite,” Livia breathed, her fingers tracing the runes as she fastened it. “A betrothal gift?” she asked, her eyes wide with a perfectly rehearsed innocence. “Mmm-hmm.” Darius fastened the clasp for her. “I’ve infused it with my princely power. It will protect your soul.”