Genre For The Giver Novels & Stories

It wasn't until my first month of college that I found out the entire pack had been calling me a leech behind my back. The nickname came from Sienna Blackwood—Lucas's partner. To every wolf in Silvermoon, I was just some weakling squatting on pack land. They saw me use Lucas's pass, saw the tiny cabin at the edge of his territory, and filled in the blanks themselves. I went to find Lucas, thinking he'd defend me like he used to when we were pups. But he just waved a hand, didn't even look up from whatever he was doing, and said, "It's just a nickname, Elena. Sienna's joking around. You're being too sensitive." Then he added, "Besides, you're always around me. You use my pass, you live a sto

I said. With that, I went back inside. Through the window, I could still see Yale standing at the gate. He looked lost as he remained there for hours. In the following months, he came back every single day. Sometimes, he brought flowers for me or toys for the baby. He even gave small gifts. However, I refused them all. "I don't care whether you're Sasha or Cece. It doesn't matter to me. I just want to start over with you. You can reject my gifts, but you can't reject my feelings…" Yale proclaimed. From then on, he appeared at the gate every day, but I never glanced his way again.

On the day my grandfather, who was the wealthiest man in this state, died, the entire family got into a huge fight over the inheritance. My father could not stop the fight, so he requested my mother’s support. When I arrived, my grandfather was lying motionless on the bed. He was not even changed into his funeral suit. My aunts were pulling on each other’s hair as they fought over the ownership of a building. My uncles were fighting over the Rolls-Royce car keys. The entire family looked like hooligans as they fought. My mother was holding gold bars as she yelled at me, “What are you waiting for? Take that gold ring off your grandfather’s finger!” I rubbed my hands and was just ab

A day before our wedding, my fiancé, Vincent Anderson's friends egged everyone on. They wanted to play a "bride challenge" game. My best friend, Anna Reid, and I were answering the questions about Vincent at the same time. Every time I lost a question, I was to hand out one thing that belonged to the bride. The first question was on Vincent's favorite color. I answered black, and Anna answered blue. Even though Vincent did not own a single piece of blue clothing, everyone shouted in unison, "Anna's right!" I had no choice but to take off my wedding shoes. The next question was Vincent's what he most wanted to eat when his stomach hurt. I answered oatmeal porridge, and Anna ans

That night, he did not come home. The next day, I went to work and submitted my resignation. Orion walked in from outside. “You didn’t come home last night?” “It got too late. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I stayed on her couch for the night. You’re not mad, right?” “No.” “By the way, it’s my grandmother’s birthday today. She invited Natalie. You don’t mind, right?” “No.” “You’re really generous.” I was not generous. I just did not care anymore.

Grabbing my black makeup case, I pushed through the door and strode outside. A light rain drifted down from the gray sky. Life goes on in this messed-up world. I'm Mark Thompson, and I'll never be anyone's pawn again.

“If you had done this earlier, none of this would have gotten so ugly.” Sophie also spoke at the right moment, playing the role of the peacemaker. “Nicole, don’t argue with Leo anymore. He’s only doing this for the company. You two should make up.” I watched the two of them play off each other, and it felt like I was watching a poorly acted play. “Leo,” I said slowly, “the USB drive doesn’t just contain the Westside project materials. There’s also a gift for you.” Leo frowned, clearly not understanding what I meant.

And started gifting her. "Happy Birthday, Kath!" Mom and Dad beamed, handing her a beautifully wrapped gift. Kathryn wailed as she opened it. "Thank you, Mom and Dad!" she exclaimed, sincerely touched by the thoughtful gift. After the joyous birthday celebration, we made our way to the Full Moon Festival. The festival grounds were filled with guests, all enjoying themselves. It was a time for the young wolves to look their best, hoping to catch the gaze of their possible mates when the full moon emerged.

My husband, Adrian Locke, was obsessed with saving money. He said we needed to cut unnecessary spending, so I went three years without buying new clothes. He said our bills were too high, so I handed over my entire paycheck and lived on a 200-dollar monthly allowance. I ate at the hospital cafeteria, took the bus, and used the cheapest skincare products I could find. Then Jenna, the new intern in his department, had a birthday. Adrian spent 28,000 dollars on our joint credit card. He booked a luxury restaurant and filled a room with balloons and flowers. I texted him to see what he'd say. "The cafeteria raised the price of lunch by five cents, so I'll skip it." His reply came instantly. "Oka

After shouting at Charlie through the phone, I returned to the office and pulled Emma into my arms as Jamie still could not calm her down. After confirming with Jamie that she could hear, I apologized softly. "Emma, I didn't teach my son properly. Let me apologize to you, okay?" The next second, Nigel screamed. "Why should you? You're my mommy! Why are you apologizing to that little mute?!" I glared at Nigel. "Because I gave birth to you, and because I never taught you to bully girls!" Charlie arrived quickly. By the time he walked in, Nigel was already rolling on the floor, screaming hysterically, "I don't want you as my mommy! I want Megan! Megan is my mommy!"