Cosmos Gifts Novels & Stories

I'm gonna give her, her gifts. We get back and head over to the gift tent and I mindlink Omega Josette to get Ms. J's car ready to roll around. It was stashed nearby but out of sight. We step inside the tent and there's a round table with two chairs in front. A microphone connected to a big speaker and tables upon tables of gifts behind the small round table. Which has a large wicker basket on it, full of birthday cards containing gift cards and money. I don't need it so I'm giving it all to Ms. J. I hold her close putting my arm on her shoulder. She side hugs me and grins.

The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago. My parents were council members of a secret society of supernaturals, Synx, and the owners of Santiago groups of companies. Supernatural, gifted, or part-human, you name it. In short, humans carry magic in their lineage. We could do stuff other people can only dream of or either pulled in movies. Every member of the special families, or as we called clans, has different and unique gifts of their own. We carried our gift from birth. We could feel it within us. However, due to the incapacity of our human bodies to deal with such extreme powers, we couldn’t control it until we crossed the age of majo

A string of extravagant, over-the-top gifts sent to her address, each more ridiculous and expensive than the last. Francesca Sofia Costello. The name alone made my jaw tighten. It was like Alessandro had been throwing money at her like it meant nothing, a parade of indulgent gifts that only whispered one thing: she mattered. I stared at the list of deliveries, my stomach sinking with every new item. These weren’t the kind of gifts you send to a family member, no way. Lingerie, vibrators, remote-controlled toys—things you give to someone you want in a way you don’t want just anyone. A family member?! Hell, even a close friend, wouldn’t get gifts like that.

"Hannah, look—so innocent yet alluring. It's perfect for me, isn't it?" I had gifted it to her because she loved it. My hands shook as I picked up the delicate, nearly transparent cloth. My throat closed up, and my head spun. The doubt I'd buried deep inside finally broke free. Confusion and pain crashed over me. Before I could even think, the violent sound of colliding cars split the air. Then, blackness swallowed me whole.

"What's truly a shame is that such a wonderful man ended up with such a terrible wife. If you ask me, Edwin belongs with Esme. They're the perfect match." Esme blushed, nudging Mom shyly before sneaking a glance at Edwin. He lowered his head and sipped his wine. He neither refuted nor agreed. But his answer came during the gift exchange. He presented Esme with a ruby necklace. It wasn't just any necklace. It was his late mother's heirloom. He had told me about it, promising that he would personally place it around my neck on our fifth wedding anniversary. Now, he was placing it around Esme's neck. I watched without a trace of emotion, my heart completely hollow.