Gifting Novels & Stories

To the perfection of a human reading this, Hi, It’s Narnia’s Fifth Resident. The author. Not Callisto*, the Narnian Resident, fifth one to be exact. If you are reading this, that means that you’ve reached the end of Callisto’s Gift! CONGRATULATIONS and thank you soooo much. Words honestly can’t explain how happy I become when I see even one new read on any of the chapters. It gives me the encouragement to keep going and keep writing. It may not mean much to you, but it means the world to me.

"How did you know?" I glanced at Florence, who walked to the jury and brought up the near-poisoned girl. Everyone gasped because she looked identical to Stephanie. "This is my child, not Stephanie, but her twin, Zoe." I said. "Our family has twin genes. My dad was a twin, and I had a twin brother, unknown to most. Ten years ago, he died, or so I thought. I never saw him last, and he became a family taboo." I paused and added, "But then, I learned he didn't die. Matched organs keep him going, and they came from my dead kids."

Below were the 100 IDs I'd chosen: KeyboardFury, NetJudge, GossipLover. Each had a red progress bar. Next to KeyboardFury showed [31/100]. Riccardo pointed at the screen, his lips trembling, as the app's rules appeared, cold and precise. [Core Rules: Each gift worth over $100 forces the recipient to absorb 0.1% of the giver's misfortune.] [Tigger: After 100 gifts, the recipient's accumulated misfortune hits critical mass and erupts within 72 hours.] [Misfortune Total: 100%.]

She accepted almost instantly. I sent her every video I had recorded of Phoebe and Liam in the car. For a while, she didn't reply for a while. Then, she asked who I was and why I sent her all that. I ignored her questions and just sent her the driving school's address. Then I added, [Take a good look at yourself, you old hag. What do you have that compares to me? Liam said that even if you stripped down, he still wouldn't be interested.]

“No whining.” Silas nodded quickly. “We trust your instincts.” Ronan added grudgingly"Mostly." Calliope skewered him with another glare. “I know exactly who you need. And neither of you gets a say until I ask.” That was why Calliope Wilder ran the most successful supernatural matchmaking service in the region, while Ronan and Silas ran Emberfall Pack. She had a gift: an uncanny, irritating, terrifyingly accurate gift for pinpointing compatible souls.

"Let Lilith lead the first dance. Tonight's hers." When gifts rolled out, Caden dropped a bomb—an entire rose garden. Not just any patch of flowers. The biggest in Moonhowl Pack. The one that made the Fellhart name golden. After that, everyone looked at Lilith like she wasn't some random she-wolf anymore. Caden didn't see her as just a guest—or even just a sister. I didn't say a word. Just handed her the box. "Happy birthday." Inside was a thin, high-end bracelet I'd fought for at auction. Pricey, polished—nothing wild, but safe.

Well, I had one more card left. “I will partly agree that you are speaking the truth. However, how about gifts? It has been long since I got a gift from you…” I told him solemnly. “I haven’t been gifted by you as well,” Smith replied casually. “From what I know, gifting is not limited to any gender. I have not given you a gift in a long time but you have never given me one. That is just the truth, darling.” I took a deep breath. Smith was right again. I had cared about myself all through that I have forgotten that I should care about Smith as well.

Madison "You can't just buy expensive gifts and expect love in return. That's not how it works." I said, feeling the weight of my words settle between us like a chasm. I wanted him to understand this fundamental truth: genuine connection and affection are earned over time, through effort and heartfelt interaction, not through a transaction. "I'm not trying to buy his love. I'm giving a gift with love. There's a difference." "It looks like you're trying to skip the hard parts. The conversations, the explanations, the actual parenting. You think you can just show up with some expensive toy and suddenly you're father of the year?"

When I was six years old, I came down with a terrible fever. Doris carried me through a blizzard and begged a clinic doctor to treat me. She spent her entire life pinching pennies, setting aside every dollar for my future wedding. "Mark, ghosts are easier to deal with than people. A ghost just wants your life, but people will strip you to the bone." She used to say it while sipping her tea. ‘Doris, you were wrong. ‘In this world, people are far more poisonous than ghosts.’

My relatives and friends could no longer contain themselves and stepped forward one after another to condemn him, their voices filled with rage. "How could you be so heartless, Craig? The Monets have showered you with nothing but grace and kindness, yet you actually committed such an ungrateful, treacherous act!" "You committed fraud, swapped her child, and faked your illness. Have you no shame? After all the support and kindness her family showed you, you've betrayed them in the worst possible way!" "Poor Ms. Lovelace, she gave you her heart, yet you kept her in the dark for all these years. You're absolutely despicable!"