Miraculous Gift Novels & Stories

Even through the fabric, you could see the insane size of it. My heart started hammering, and I could already feel myself getting wet between my legs. I forced myself to act calm as I welcomed them in. Kian smiled and said in broken Selric, "Mrs. Tarell, this is a present for you." I hadn't expected a gift at my son's birthday. I opened it. Inside was a seven-inch thick adult toy. My face went burning red in an instant. Kian had no filter, giving me something like that. Was he hinting at something?

“Lady Miriam. My blood. You dare try to murder my heir, my grandchildren?” Lady Miriam trembled, her defiance breaking under the fury of her brother’s glare. “I—I didn’t know what was inside! The gift wasn’t mine! I was told it was a harmless tea, something for strength during pregnancy.” “By whom?” the King thundered, his voice reverberating against the hospital walls. Lady Miriam’s eyes darted desperately around the room until they landed on Aura. She pointed a shaking finger. “Her! It was Aura. She gave me the gift. Said it was from an Indian maker. Said it would help the child grow strong.”

“Only a few who’ve been… bestowed with a special gift from the Gods has this attribute.” I tilted my head. “A gift?” He nodded once. “A rare one. And one that doesn’t come without a price.” Something in his tone made my chest tighten. “What kind of gift?” I asked softly. His pale eyes flicked to me, and there was a particular emotion dancing in his eyes that I couldn’t quite name. “One that ties you to something greater than yourself,” he said. “A blessing. Or a curse. It depends on how you see it.”

Lena hesitated and then took a small sip. The warmth spread through her softening the rigor of her nerves in her chest. She set the mug down and looked at Luna Celeste "You said I have power, what do you mean?" Luna Celeste sat down in the chair across from her, and her face turned solemn. "The gifts of the Moon Goddess are rare, but she never bestows them, much like her gifts, for no reason. You were born during a blood moon, was it not?"

"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.

"Merry Christmas, Miriam" "Merry Christmas Ophelia" "Here, I got a gift" I handed her a gift bag as well. She beamed, accepting it wholeheartedly. When she unwrapped the gift, her eyes widened, her jaw dropping in shock. A purse.. One she has always admired. I bet she wasn't expecting me to give her that. "Oh, Ophelia.. You didn't have to" "Of course, I should. That's to express how grateful I am to have you, Miriam. You've been so helpful to mom and I"

“My boyfriend gave it to me! I have to find it!” “Your ex-boyfriend, you mean,” Christian corrected flatly. “He broke up with you a few years ago.” “That doesn’t mean that I can’t treasure the gifts that I was given!” “Stop talking like that. You’re acting like a child.” Michael couldn’t take it anymore and asked, “Is there something wrong?” Christian and Patricia immediately stopped their bickering and turned to him. Patricia, in particular, was surprised. “Y—Yes?” she squeaked.

The Doris in the photograph wore the same gentle smile, probably calling me an idiot. As I turned away, my hand brushed against an old wooden box on the table. Inside was something Stella had arranged to send me before her death, paying a guard a small fortune to get it delivered. It was a pair of bloodstained, gold-rimmed glasses and a note written in bold, flowing handwriting. [Mark, may you live forever in this rotten world.] I pulled out a lighter and set the paper on fire. I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me.

guess you've just liberated my life- thank you I'll forever be grateful. "it's okay don't worry. But remember act normal and continue addressing me as ma'am," their dartling eyes followed in a giggle. "...everyone has a past and mistakes, skeletons we prefer hidden, shadows we're afraid of and voices we become slaves to_ but the golden key is not to envy anyone as you grow old. And so I would like to say am grateful you came in to the world cause you make mine, your mother's and siblings world beautiful." Bomul's last speech at the party had Cadeau dancing with a belly full of fireflies butterflies were not lit enough to describe her emotions

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.