The Gift Edith Eger Audiobook Novels & Stories

It was not a bad thing for the Siegfrieds to yield, and Edmund would accept their apology with glee. Edmund had breakfast at the dining table. The Siegfrieds’ butler walked into Edmund enjoying his meal. He carefully set the gift box on the table and opened it with care. The antique vase dated way back. As it was an authentic piece, its value was priceless. He also put out a few bits and bobs that were not very expensive, but they were collectibles. “Mr. Witterson, I present to you gifts from the Siegfrieds as a token of our apology.”

she stammers. Elizabeth passes the photobook to me. My fingers caress the dark green letters on the pale green cover. I trace each letter “Our Family Journey”. I giggle at the first picture. My body no longer resembles the barely pregnant woman I see. Elizabeth places her hand atop mine. “It’s a magnificent gift.” Her eyes lock on mine. “Jackson will love it.” She brushes tears from my cheeks. “I love it; Gerald will love it. Thank you.” Her words, though true, do little to distract me from the fact Kennedy is not here to see the gift I created for her.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

Jeanne instantly reached for it, the urgency in her movement startling Edgar. “Please don’t throw this away,” she said softly, almost pleading, sorrow clouding her expression. Edgar said nothing. He recognized the box for what it was—a gift from Hector. It unsettled him deeply. But he didn’t argue. He let it be, for Jeanne’s sake. Edgar sat beside Jeanne, then wrapped his arms around her. “Jeanne, I’m sorry.” She said nothing, but those few simple words struck her with unexpected force. In an instant, they pulled her back through the long, aching silence of their shared grief—the countless days she had waited, quietly yearning for Edgar to say exactly that. And now, at last, he had.

“I just want her safe.” Edith smiled like she’d been waiting for that answer. Then she handed me the pendant. “Give this to her when you get to the Hollow. Let the fire know it’s home.” I held it in my palm. The metal pulsed faintly—warm and alive. “She’ll feel everything at once,” Edith warned. “Pain, heat, grief, desire. It’ll tear at her mind before it steadies. If she trusts you, she’ll come through it. If she resists…”

Calculated. “I hope you’re enjoying your evening, Mr. Page,” he said, stepping past him, each word precise and heavy. “Happy 65th birthday. Do take care of your reputation. These rooms have long memories.” He didn’t look back. But he felt it the silence Edgar left behind. Like tension in the air before a thunderstorm. Like poison slowly spilling beneath the ballroom’s golden light. Finn stepped in quietly, handing a small, dark velvet box to Edgar....Zogo’s birthday gift, no card, no message....just a subtle power move.

My body was so weak and battered to follow my commands. I felt someone’s presence near my bed before I heard them talking. “... take her with you... home.“ “You... can’t, Mr. King..... you are not... legal guardian.“ “What about......family?“ “..... her...... dead.” I didn’t understand what they were talking about. Their voices sounded so distant. ‘Are they talking about me? But why? Where are they taking me? I don’t recognize these voices. Who are they? Why are they helping me, a mere stranger, or do they know about me... About my gifts, and want to take advantage of my powers?’

As they petted Greta, Trevor grumbled, “At least you didn’t buy her a damn horse.” “Well, now that you brought it up, there’s something else I need to tell you.” Trevor’s head swiveled toward that silky voice. “You didn’t—” “No, I didn’t.” Edgard’s brilliant smile and mischievous eyes caused Trevor’s stomach to flip. Talk about pure sexual power. “You are so easy, Trev.” “Ha ha. Asshole. Buyin’ my wife gifts. I oughta kick your butt.” “You’re just pissed you didn’t think of it first. Besides, if I wasn’t allowed to gloat earlier, then you ain’t allowed to pout now.”

The room seemed frozen in time, hanging on every word that would escape Justina's lips. Finally, breaking the silence, Justina spoke, her voice laced with a mix of tenderness and gratitude. "This is a truly remarkable gift, Elsie. It captures the essence of the bond between a grandmother and her grandchild. Thank you." Elsie's face lit up with relief and joy. She had managed to touch a chord in Justina's seemingly impenetrable heart and even earned a smile from Aiden and Eldon. This tugged on her heartstrings.

Some were so gentle they passed as blessings. Others were so corrosive they hollowed out entire families. I didn’t even hear him enter the room. The book was yanked from my hands so suddenly that I blinked, stunned, my fingers still curled like they were holding it. I looked up, breath caught in my throat. Edric stood above me, the book clenched in one hand, his eyes dark and furious. “You shouldn’t be reading this,” he said, voice low, strained. “You have no idea what this book can do.”