Friends Are Gift From God Novels & Stories

Not just a good friend. I'm friends with many of the pack wolves. However, there isn't anyone that I would ever go to the extent of making such a special gift for. That doesn't make me a cold person. Rather, I would get my friends something simple. A toy or item that they had desired, perhaps a dinner out, or hosting a party. Not once would I get them a gift that came directly from my heart. Which would only mean one thing. She must know who we are. 'But how's that possible?' I ask Asher.

"You were groping Raphael's—what was it again? Yeah, real virtuous." She choked, speechless. I turned to fix Raphael's wrinkled tie with a gentle smile. "Thanks, honey, for introducing me to my boyfriend. I like him a lot. His kisses are real sweet. But yours? Not even a dog would want them." Raphael was furious, practically shaking. But he'd brought shame to both families. And now, the Lindt family owed me—big time.

"I just came here to save my friend." A gentle smile graced her ethereal features, the warmth of it wrapping around my heart like a comforting embrace. "You are special, my dear. The love and bond you share with your friends is stronger than any prophecy." "Please, Grandmother, tell me how," I pleaded, desperation clawing at me, my mind a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty. "I wish I could, my dear. I must be going. Remember, trust your heart. There is no stronger power than love," she urged, her spirit beginning to fade, leaving me with a haunting, bittersweet ache.

When you lost your job and had no money to go home for Christmas, I gave you five thousand dollars without a second thought. "After you got married, I lent you money 220 times." I tapped Dylan's chest with my hand. My voice was hoarse. "Your sacrifices count, but mine do not?" Dylan swallowed and pressed his lips together. After a long while, he said lightly, "Why count so carefully between best friends?" I had nothing to say. He was the one who started counting. But when he realized I had given more than he had, and he could no longer use our old friendship to guilt me, he did not like it anymore.

It shimmered with soft light, shifting between shades of blue and green like the ocean under changing skies. "I don't know what to say," he said quietly, looking from the stone to her face. "This is... it's more than I could ever deserve." "Deserve has nothing to do with it," Eirene replied with a warm smile. "It's a gift, given freely, just as you gave me your drawing. That's how this new world works – not with exchange or reward, but with sharing and connection. We all have gifts to give, whether we're gods or mortals, artists or farmers, musicians or merchants."

“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.

“Then did you say goodbye to your wife and your child? Congratulations, by the way. I hope you receive my gift.” “That was kind of you. Thank you, Terzo.” Terzo was a son of a bitch, but he helped us, and I didn’t thank him enough. I thought sending us a gift, a Moka pot, was thoughtful. “Then you just got your ticket punched, my friend.” “You’re terrible at giving advice.”

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Benny smiles at her as he holds it out to her. “This is for you. A gift from me, a mutual friend told me to give this to you as soon as I could. So here we are. Open it in private though. It’s for you, no one else.” She narrows her eyes, “Fine, your Mates would be acceptable, you’re going to tell them anyway, I have no doubt. But no one else should know that you have this item. You understand me?” She nods, “You should talk to your God at some point soon too.” Kai looks at her, then at Benny.

Diana became a close friend of ours growing up, and one of the few people that was allowed to put us in our places without having a limb of our choosing detached. My feelings were not nearly as strong then as they were now. Xander and I posited that it could have been that they were intensified by the war. Gifts from the Goddess were few and far between with most of the research being lore hypotheses. However, I was not sure what else it could be if it was not one of those gifts.