Greek Gifts Novels & Stories

Raphael did not know how to address Jason, whereas Bradmus’ first thought was to kneel in respect since Jason held immense seniority over him. When he was about to kneel, Bradmus realized that his knees could not bend at all. After catching a glance from Jason, who wore a casual expression, he immediately realized something. “Here is a small gift. Please accept it.” Bradmus said to Jason. He had wracked his brain trying to find an appropriate gift, fearing that Jason would not like it. He could not present artifacts since Jason would have seen the best the world had to offer. He wanted to give Jason a gift that was unique and not shabby, which deeply troubled him.

“I’m Zack Bradstreet! I am here to celebrate your birthday, Madam Montecarlo! I have a pair of jaded accessories and five night pearls for you. I wish you a healthy and long life!” “I’m Hedge Moore. I have 40-year-old ginseng and a box of high-quality cordyceps. I wish you happiness and that you shall forever remain strong.” “I’m Denzel Selim. I bear gifts for your birthday, Madam Montecarlo! A stem of reishi mushroom and a painting from the renowned artist Spiegleman. I wish you stay healthy and energetic forever!” All of them came with presents to celebrate Jane’s birthday. After giving their presents, they all stood behind Andrius, and Luna. They were here to support Andrius, and Luna, an

Gift said, her voice filled with determination. "And what is that?" Jason asked, looking impatient. Gift smiled sweetly as she said, "I want you to put in a few words for me in the industry, especially some big projects." Gift's statement intrigued Jason. "Why would I agree to that?" he told her. Despite needing her help, he would never recommend someone solely based on being an acquaintance. Gift smirked, her eyebrows raised innocently, as she said, "Well, you can't be the only one who gains from this deal; I would love to enjoy all the benefits that come with the 'North' name."

I knew for a fact that Jackson would kill anyone who tried to kiss me unless it was Zeus. “Well, we have stuff for each of you. Well, I hadn’t expected to see you in this form today, Byron, but you also have something. For the babies, they have beanies and wolves. For Ziyah, there’s a relaxing gift basket. Dante has some homemade sweets, which can also be shared with Byron. For Byron, we’re going to arrange a hunting trip at Dark Moon with Zeus and Zen.” We started with the babies first. There was Blakely Ayla, Grenza Lux, and Asher Wyatt.

“You should keep it up. Remind me for your gift tomorrow. I’ll get you something. “Alright uncle Tristian.” “What about me? Will you get me a gift too?” Gavin takes the lead making poppy face at Tristian. “I want a gift too” Gianna and Grayson whined at once, pouting their little plump pinky lips like they planned it. “Okay okay You'll get a gift if you score high on your class exercises like Griffin did. Is that deal?” He gave them his half-stern face and the whole three of them began to grumble.

Arielle The gifts started arriving without warning. At first it was small things. Crates left at the outer gates before dawn or oils wrapped in silk. Sometimes Blades forged by mountain packs who had not bowed to anyone in generations. Scrolls sealed with wax from clans that used to spit when the name Drayke was mentioned. The guards did not even announce them at first. They simply carried them in and stacked them neatly along the marble walls like offerings at an altar. By the third day the palace could not pretend it was a coincidence anymore.

"I'm Gwendolyn Falsimmo, and my gift is a pair of pearls. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." "I'm Sinistra Clancy, from Silverton's Ivy Commerce. My gift is a McLaren. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." "I'm Mirabel Constance, and my gift is an ancient recipe. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." … The gifts quickly turned into a sizable pile.

"Didn't even see you there! That top's totally wrecked. Though it was kinda yellow already... must've been cheap, huh? Want me to pay for it?" She reached into her crocodile clutch, flashing her diamond bracelet like it was part of the show. Gavin looked way too proud of her little act. He slung an arm around her. "Vera, why are you standing there blocking traffic?" Then that signature smirk. "Pay her? Rebecca, come on. Don't waste your money." He pulled out a few $50s and flicked them at my face. "That should cover, what, a hundred thrift store tops? Go wild. Maybe next time you'll show up in something that doesn't scream clearance bin. And hey—do us both a favor and stop name-dropping me."

"What kind of gifts?" "Things she actually appreciates, not empty grand gestures," Kade explained, tapping the desk. "Fresh seasonal flowers—varied, not just camellias. Those limited-edition almond-honey pastries from the market-square bakery that only sell ten servings a day and run out by eight. Handmade silver rings from the old artisan behind the clock tower. Thoughtful, small things." I nodded slowly, the idea taking root. "And how does she know it's not another empty performance?"

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it