Gifted Book Novels & Stories

Elle insisted. " I think this is nonsense, we'll be fine without any books," I assured, stretching to pick up one of the packages the girls had brought, "can I open it?” " Of course you can," May smiled wryly, before handing me a reasonably sized package. I tore open the gift wrapping without much ceremony, looking at some sort of dog bed. I smiled in appreciation even though I had no idea what it meant. " Thank you, May.” " Is this for the baby's dog? " Katie voiced my doubt, leaving me a little relieved.

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“Wait, say that again.” Noel typed out, staring at the box in his hands. “What is this?” “Black obsidian,” Eden said, grinning as he clasped a silver necklace on. “Fern gave it to us as a gift. You can do what you want with it.” “Us?” “Yeah, I have a matching bracelet.” He held up his arm to show the bracelet glistening. “They are a pair. Do you like it?” “It’s pretty.” Noel typed out, looking at the ring. “Are you sure I can have this?”

A beautifully illustrated storybook. Inside the cover... Richard had written, When I come home early, we'll read this together. Elena slowly closed the book. "He really believed..." "...he'd come back." Gabriel, standing quietly by the doorway, lowered his head. "He never stopped believing." --- She continued opening the gifts. A small music box. A silver bracelet. A fountain pen. Each accompanied by a handwritten note. Not expensive. Not extravagant. Just thoughtful. Each one chosen by a father who loved his daughter more than anything.

Courtney stated, confusion etched on her brows. I took a deep breath as I tried to explain to her. It wasn't everyone that knew about gifted wolves, as we were very rare. "I am a gifted wolf. We are not very common to come across. Being gifted means to have special abilities. It could be good, like being able to heal others, bringing fated mates together, seeing the future and so on. It could also be bad, like causing distasters, being a bad omen, there as so many actually. I still don't understand what my own is or how to actually control it. Before Aaron marked me, unmated alphas were attracted to me. I don't have an explanation. I am still trying to figure out what I am." I looked down at

Gavin was eating it up. "In the end, it's about vision," he said, arms wide like he was on a TED Talk. "I gave you a little gift, you blew up, and now—look at you." He motioned to the sharp suits and the massive summit logo behind him. "This? This is the world you SHOULD'VE reached for. But no—you let your jealousy spiral. You had the winning hand, Vera. And you still lost." I met his eyes, ice cold. "You done? Good. Move."

"She's your sister-in-law, after all, and Alvin was gone too soon. Since we're all family, I thought it'd be nice if she became our baby's godmother. What do you think?" I looked him dead in the eye. There wasn't a single shred of guilt in them. He had somehow managed to dress up a shameful affair with his widowed sister-in-law—and their illegitimate child—as nothing more than a benevolent husband showing compassion to a grieving widow. "Sure." I nodded apathetically. Craig nodded in satisfaction before turning around and picking up a thermal flask. He then headed out to get some water. My gaze drifted to the postpartum mesh underwear on my nightstand. It was Verna's size.

I finally looked over in his direction to see that he had moved closer to me, so I pointed at the chair across from me and he moved to it and sat down "Well there's not really a library that has public access but I know someone who might have some books on what your looking for, I don’t know where else you’d be able to go on such a sensitive issue. It’s not often God gifts break without a cause" "Great, I'm not really sure what I'm looking for since we are both human it might very well just be that we simply grew out of it and that it was never actually a gift at all” I knew I was down playing it and that our gift was very real but I still felt the small need to hide it "Well there are diffe

"I have another gift for Vesta." "Another?" Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Isn't she… giving them away?" "Indeed, which only strengthens my resolve. This one, however, will be different." I approached a bookcase, running my fingers along the spines of countless leather-bound volumes. Finally, I pulled out a book with a worn cover and faded gold lettering: "My Mother's Garden." This book, filled with sketches and descriptions of Vesta’s own mother's beloved garden, was a cherished memory from her childhood. It held a sentimental value that went beyond monetary worth.

She asked before Mr Martins audibly cleared his throat. "Uhm. The book" He turned to Zach. "The book you're holding unto from the library?" Then Zach pulled out a significant novel from his jacket trying his best to shield the title from Regina- -the title that was clearly shown on the other sides, the voices in your head. -a psychological true life thriller about a young boy with the gift of hearing dead people's voices. And Zach had wandered, if there was a chance--it was his gift, and if maybe his was paranormal.