Novel & Cerita Giving And Taking Book

“It is mine. Someone gave it to me as a gift, but I am not really a reader. Now I am giving it to you, so it would not be wasted.” “Have you found your missing book?” I found them both now. “Yes, I did.” “Aren’t you suppose to say something in return?” “Nope. Is it a requirement to say thank you whenever someone decided to give you a gift? You decided to give me something, and I accepted it, you should be thanking me instead.” He laughed, “Thank you for accepting my gift, Mathilda.” It did not sound sarcastic to my ears. I was in glee, that I jumped to him without looking around to see if anyone was watching us. And then I turned my lips on his ear, “You are welcome, Gabriel.” I murmured.

"Didn't you come back with a mindset to stay close to me?" She scoffed and thought there was no way to push him. He would never listen to her anyway. "Yeah. I came back to let you use me. You are right." His grip loosened, and he released her immediately. She distanced herself from him and cast a glance in his direction. He turned to the other side and said, "Since you want something, you have to give something back in return. After all, everything is give and take in this world."

I catch him watching me sometimes, not with fear, but with awareness. As if he’s learning me again in a limited-edition window. I don’t call him out on it. I don’t want to interrupt the way he’s holding this. But one night, lying side by side in the dark, the guilt finally finds words. “I feel like I’m taking something from you,” I whisper. He turns toward me immediately. “What makes you feel that way?” he asks. “Because you’re being so generous,” I say. “And generosity creates imbalance when it’s not mutual.”

He handed it to Edmund and walked away to another couch where he made himself comfortable. He handed the book over to me. I took the book from him and read the title aloud. "More than just forgiveness. " I turned it around and saw that the book was written by my mom. I went through the outlines and scanned through the book Edmund had given me quietly. The book talked about various attributes of good people, emphasizing their dislike for taking revenge. The book relayed what revenge causes to people who want to exert it and what it takes from them. "Why are you suddenly going soft?" I asked Edmund.

I turned the page. August 4th. Father told me today that a Moore doesn't ask for things. We take them, or we negotiate for them. He said that if I want a friend, I should buy a dog, but even then, the dog only stays because I provide the food. Everything is a contract, Gideon. Remember that. I closed the book, my hands trembling. I looked at the dark wood of the library, the expensive art on the walls, and the thousands of books that Gideon owned but likely never read for pleasure.

I asked her, do she want to buy new books for sem-1. She said no. If I give my books, is it okay for you... She thinks for some time and said yes. I felt happy as she likes to take my books ... She asked me why I want to give books to her without asking for help... I want to help Vinay with purchasing books, he never takes me help. She arched her eyebrow and said for Vinay. Without hesitation, I said yes. Why ??? She asked

“You cannot win without losing something.” I met his gaze. “You already lost.” His brows knit together, irritation bleeding through composure. “Explain.” I smiled, and it felt like teeth. “You taught me power was taken,” I said. “That influence meant leverage. That bonds existed to be exploited.” I lifted my hand, feeling the ritual respond instantly. “But you forgot something essential.” “What?” I let the bond bloom fully—open, radiant, unguarded. “You can’t steal what’s freely given.”

Ned tried negotiating. “Of course I do. But it's always give and take. So you give me what's important to me, and then you can take whatever is important to you. I won't go back on my words. So you better keep yours. Or else, you can kiss your rank goodbye.”

You can't get the betrothal dropped and still hoard his gifts like some petty thief. I stared her down. Perfect match for Samzor. "It's not like I refused to return anything. Gifts aren't loans. I gave just as much back. So who's calling it theft?" Her smile wobbled, then snapped back like elastic. "Oh, you CLAIM you gave just as much back? Cool. Show the proof." I swallowed the urge to gag. Not worth it. Gifts between promised wolves aren't receipts—they're private. Sacred. Who the hell keeps score like a bargain-bin trader?

Dear Reader, Thank you. Truly. Thank you for choosing this story, for opening the first chapter, and for staying—through uncertainty, tension, love, mistakes, growth, and quiet transformation. Thank you for walking this journey with Alex and Brian from the very beginning, from the first sparks of conflict and resistance to the calm, enduring bonds that now hold their world together.