روايات وقصص ضمن The Gift Of Joy Dramione

She pretended to be pitiful and said, “It’s fine, Samuel. No matter what, it’s my fault for stealing her role as the lead dancer and performing the dance she choreographed. It’s only fair for her to be mad.” Joy shook her head. “I’m not angry. I’m here to give you two a gift.” Those words shocked everyone. What gift? “Come with me.” With that said, Joy headed out of the performance hall. Precisely when they exited, fireworks shot to the cry and exploded before falling like rain. They continued exploding and lighting up the sky.

His gaze felt like an X‑ray, as if he wanted to look straight through me. I did not look away. I met his gaze with a numb calm. After a long silence, he smiled and pulled his hand back. He tossed the burn ointment onto the nightstand. “Fine. Go. But you must return on February sixteenth. It is my birthday. I want you to give yourself to me as a gift.” He leaned close to my ear, and his teeth brushed my earlobe. “You need to be clean and fresh.” I pushed down the nausea in my stomach and nodded. “Okay.”

Dark energy pulsing. "You want to see real power?" His voice was gravel. He raised his hands. The symbols carved into walls glowed red. Pulsing with his heartbeat. Dark magic. The same corruption that let him control gifted wolves. The energy hit me like a wall. Not physical. Mental. Crushing down on my gift. "Feel it." Draven's voice was satisfaction. "Your little empathic gift is nothing." The pressure increased. My gift started to crack. Through the bond Kael screamed. Feeling my mind shatter. Unable to help.

"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.

This was the first time I had stood so close to Adrian. I looked at Dylan, silently pleading for help. But Dylan was focused on peeling crawfish and feeding them to Ivy. He looked tenderly at her. A rush of anger surged through me. I clenched my fists and smiled at Adrian. “How could I hate you? I always liked someone like you. You’re steady and dependable.” The moment I finished speaking, I heard a glass shatter. It was Dylan. He shot up from his seat with his eyes blazing in fury.

The father and son talked non-stop to fill Winifred in about what happened when they were with Lydia. Meanwhile, Draco also took out the gifts he prepared for his daughter-in-law, grandson, and granddaughters. He gave Winifred a bracelet, which used to belong to Lydia. Then, he gave a pair of good luck charms custom-made to the twins; this gift highly resembled the Lord of Six Doors, War Emperor. Last but not least, Draco gave Blair Zea, also known as Cyrene Summers now, an exercise book for the first grade of elementary school. Cyrene was speechless.

Jace Once again, we were at a club. Henry, Xavier and I. Gift was completely healed so I was rest assured that I could have fun without having to be worried about Gift fainting while I'm gone. I felt so obliged to take care of her and it made me appreciate her care towards me more. It made me realise her worth more than I did. I chugged the alcohol in my glass in one drought. "I'm really confused these days." Xavier said then winced when he gulped his own glass.

With a contagious smile on her face she twirled to the song, dancing to the rhythm of the music as Madeleine sang. Madeleine's voice was soft yet sweet, the words she spoke flowed with elegance. Cherry looked so stunning as she twirled around the stage, her long brown hair flowing like water down her back. Madeleine watched as the girl twirled gracefully, making the lights shine upon her. A little more and the performance came to an end. The Audience stood up from their seats and clapped as the lights shone on the girls. Madeleine and Cherry curtsied, walking off the stage while bowing. They smiled at each other, before exiting the stage.

Kamila whispered, her voice filled with emotion. Dylan squeezed her hand. "And we love you, Kamila. You've made our lives complete." Ryan leaned in, his voice low and tender. "This is the happiest we've ever been, and it's all because of you." Tears of joy welled up in Kamila's eyes as she danced with her mates, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and contentment. The soft glow of the lights, the music, and the warmth of their embrace made everything feel perfect.

138 ~Dylan’s POV He looked up at me with a triumphant grin, then turned the dress over in his hands, inspecting it like a tiny stylist at work. “I want her to feel happy, Mr Dylan! Mommy says gifts are about making people feel good, so I want to make her really happy!” I nodded, impressed with the thoughtfulness and maturity he showed in such a small frame. “You’re right. Gifts are for making people feel special. And you’ve chosen wisely, Jaden. Juliet is lucky to have a boyfriend who cares this much.”