The Gift Star Trek: Voyager Novels & Stories

“Scout’s honor.” Killian collected the gift and handed it to me. “Go on,” I turned to Grandma. “What new drama is this?” Lovie snapped. “Don’t fall for this act, Grandma and the box is so small, who knows what cheap gift they got!” I reached back, taking Killian’s hand before walking forward with him. I offered Grandma the gift. I had no clue what was in it. But I just knew that it would be okay. After all, I had Killian beside me.

I teased, stepping around the desk, trailing my fingers over his shoulders, down his chest. "You know what this does to me, Allison." He breathed. I smirked. "That’s the point, husband." “The Gift of Sound.” The last box was small but lethal—a high-tech smartwatch customised for exactly what I wanted. I leaned in, brushing my lips over his ear. “Press play.”

And then, on the horizon, a speck appeared, growing larger with each passing moment. As we watched, a magnificent shuttlecraft descended from the sky, its massive form casting a long shadow on the ground. The sleek vessel, designed to seat six with an expansive cargo hold, hovered effortlessly just a foot over the ground. David's eyes sparkled with pride as he declared, "This is Atlantis's own Star fleet, she is one of four, top of the line, and all yours! – my gift to you."

The crowd laughed with her. “May we know your name, dear guardian angel?” the guy asked. “My name is Jenny,” she said, flashing a smile in my direction. “Well then, dear Jenny, as a token of our gratitude, we’d like to offer you a small gift. Please choose one, and it will be waiting for you at the exit when you leave.” They brought out three large boxes and opened them. The crowd let out a quiet gasp. Inside were two spaceships and a robot model—perfectly scaled replicas. Jenny looked over at me, and I signaled toward the robot. It was her favorite. She agreed.

Stellar looked slightly confused. "Then this is the one," Autumn said, handing the piece to the clerk and paying for it before Stellar could stop her. "This is my gift to you—for our first meeting." Stellar’s eyes widened in shock. "It’s too much... I can’t possibly…" "Of course you can," Autumn said easily. "You helped me secure a major investment. Consider this a small token of my gratitude."

“This is perfect for today’s occasion.” I sat back in the chair placed in the middle of the room, facing him. Before grabbing a last hell torture ingredient, a small glass bottle filled with amber color liquid. “Just let him go, goddammit! I did what you asked me to do.” He said, almost shouting. His eyes were on the gifts I bought him. “I will,” I smirked and stabbed his right hand in the armrest of the wooden chair with a blade, reaping an ear-piercing scream.

Grace sighed helplessly as she watched Victor and Caleb bickering endlessly. She put her arms around both of them. "Okay, Victor, Caleb, I know you both are the best. In my heart, you're all my most important family." "That's about right." "Oh, right, Xander, what about your gift?" Victor threw the question to Xander. Even Grace's eyes held a hint of expectation as she looked at him. "Xander, did you prepare a gift for me too? What is it?"

“Since you gave me such a rare essence, I will provide the gift. EH has a new pheromone called ‘Charm.’ Only ten vials exist. I’ll have it sent to Nova Star on your behalf.” “Mr. Blair, that is far too valuable,” I demurred. “We were also at fault. If my scouts had contacted you directly, this would have been avoided. Take it as a token of my pack’s goodwill.” I looked at Blair and nodded. He admired my stillness. In a world of wolves who were always baring their teeth, my calm was a deadlier weapon. I hadn't just considered the gift; I had engineered it. I couldn't deliver it myself in case Nova Star had set a physical trap, but if the gift came from Blair’s hands, any trickery they tried w

For her, his journey across the ocean to see her was already the most sincere gift. She hadn’t expected him to prepare something extra. The thoughtfulness behind his gesture far exceeded anything her so - called husband or hypocritical family had ever shown her. In the werewolf packs, gifts were a way to show affection and loyalty, and this gift meant a lot to her. “Thank you, Theo,” she said, her voice soft with emotion. “Open it and take a look.” When she opened the box, a green diamond watch for women lay nestled inside.

"When you severed the tracker's bonds, were you trying to sever them?" "I was trying to stop him from killing Sera." "Both times the gift activated because someone else was in danger. Not you. Them. The gift is not a weapon and it is not a tool. It is a response. The most powerful response in wolf biology. A mother's response." She pressed her own palm to the water. Blue light bloomed beneath the surface, turning the pool into a window of deep oceanic radiance. "Your mother understood that. The gift runs on love, Amara. Not romantic love. Not pack loyalty. The raw, biological, burn-the-world-down love that makes a mother throw herself between her child and a blade."