Gifted Hands Novels & Stories

Along the way, there were warm applause and cheers. Ginger Geller greeted the people around her warmly, her face full of smiles. In the end, she walked up to Uncle Smith and handed him the gift. 'Uncle Smith, I wish you live a long and happy life!' The gift she gave was a watch, which was elegant and round. It was inlaid with rare gems all over its body. There was only one like it in the world, and it was hard to find. Uncle Smith beamed from ear to ear. 'Thank you, Ginger.'

I thought it would be simple, but it turned out to be the most difficult thing to get everyone’s gifts. Hunter looked intrigued by the box, surprised. “You don’t have to bother.” He was a little embarrassed. “You can open it. I do not know how much you are going to like it. You know, I am still not very good with my magic and may not be on the whole… “ Hunter stopped me by putting his finger on my lips. “Silence, bunny. The real gift is not in the material; the gift is always in the hands that deliver it.”

Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her. Among the gifts, one particularly caught her attention—a beautifully bound book filled with handwritten recipes from the village's oldest residents. This was a treasure she had always wanted, as cooking had been a cherished pastime shared with her mother. The book was a collection of family recipes, each page telling a story of love, tradition, and the joy of gathering around the table. As Marissa flipped through the pages, she could almost hear the laughter of her family and friends echoing through the years.

they took our hands and rushed to the section placed for gifts. I was so eager to know what the Thatchers’ and Alexander Pierce would give them. Two stinkingly rich people, let's see who wins.

Wrapping a hand around his neck, I pressed a kiss to his lips, in a soft, languid manner that had him curling his body against mine, his hands on my back. I pulled back, muttering,"I have another surprise for you." "Another one?" He chuckled,"Are you hell bent on giving me a cardiac arrest?" "Who knows," I giggled,"I might just be doing that." "This has to be the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me," Cameron commented as I grabbed the gift I had prepared for him and gave him a shrug. "Yeah well, I wanted to pull a grand gesture for you," I admitted,"But then I realized that I had never done this before and that I should stick to the basics, so here we are," I said, smiling as he

“Hands on the tiles. Ass out. Don’t make me tell you twice.” Water cascaded over both of them as Jax yanked his own shorts down, freeing his cock. It slapped heavily against Alex’s ass cheek, already rock-hard again. The quarterback soaped up his hands generously with the dispenser on the wall, then ran them over Alex’s body—rough, possessive strokes that cleaned nothing and claimed everything. Big palms squeezed his slim waist, slid down to knead his ass cheeks, spreading them wide under the spray. “Look at this mess,” Jax murmured, thumb circling the puffy, cum-leaking rim. “My load still dripping out. Good. Means you’re marked.”

She gasped and kept her mouth shut. Mrs Marble helped me stood and everything was settled. All was prepared in the backyard. Mr Marble walked me on the white carpet all the way to Mr Montgomery, waiting at the altar. He grabbed my hand as Mrs Marble left to sit near his mother. As their housekeeper for ages, she was meant to be their right hand, that’s why she was trusted to take me at the altar and deserved a place in the audience. Tears of joy were rolling down her face and I felt bad for deceiving Mrs Marble, but the devil doesn’t bargain and it seemed this secret would be buried with both of us and the lawyer who mediates this contract.

I closed my eyes, feeling my Siren awoken inside of me, as I could see her starting to shine at the same time as my body started to glow. I opened my eyes, looking at the Goddess, her hand retracted as she silently looked at me. “What happened?” I asked, looking down at my hands, seeing the glow slowly disappearing until it was fully gone. “Your gift is now fully awoken.” She said to me. “My gift?” I asked her, confused. “Yes my dear child, you have a gift to show the truth. You will be able by your touch to connect the one to me, as they will hear my words and see me, to make them realize the wrong they are doing and what my will and wish is.” She said.