The Gift Star Trek: Voyager นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Fine. Since it's mine, I'll decide who I want to give it out to. Lores I would like to give this light blue dress to you." "Isa... Are you sure? This dress is quite expensive." She said eyeing the dress. "Come on. Think of it as my thank you gift for all these days. You know for being my only friend when your brother was well "trapping" me in." I said air quoting the trapping. "Oh yeah... Nothing for Elena?" Dolores asked. "Oh, Elena can choose what she wants," I said waving her off. "Wow... This is weird." We heard a knock on the door I turned my head up before we heard Antonio's voice.

And that, I didn’t know why. 'Speak up, and stopped staring at her.' I mind-linked him, my etes cold as ice. 'Apologise for staring at her Alpha, but how can I speak and I have already informed you?' 'Just pretend you didn't tell me anything and tell me afresh.' I answered him through the mind-link and he stared at me in confusion. 'Do as I have said.' “Alpha… I discovered something. About Miss Gift.” Gift stiffened beside me, making me suspect something. Her fingers curled slightly, ready to defend herself but she remains silent.

I ask Trish. "You don't, Lucy, that's too dangerous!" she snaps back at me. "This gift is different. Bellona gave it to me. I need all of it for this to work," I explain. "Bellona gave you a gift?" Trish squeaks. I raise an eyebrow at her. Now is not the time for more questions or fangirling.

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.”

She thought about the way the gift had lived inside her for all of it — wild and locked down, straining against suppression, the thing she'd called a cage and called a cage until she'd noticed the bars were self-constructed. "Like something I spent nine years hiding because I thought it made me vulnerable," she said. "And then like something I used, and discovered it made me capable, and now like — " She stopped. "Like something I'm not going to hide again. Regardless of who wants to use it as a lever." She met Brynn's gaze. "Vorik is building a plan around the assumption that the gift is the most important thing about me. That if he controls the gift, he controls me." She paused. "He doesn'

He had already made a reservation, so the group departed happily. We enjoyed the food greatly and stuffed ourselves full. Jade gave me a voice-activated music box as a gift; Zara weaved me a red checkered scarf; Matthew gave me a paperweight he had made himself. I wasn't sure what it was made of, but it exuded a faint pleasant scent.

<<65>> * God never delays without a purpose. * **** ------ Mira. ------ I wasn't expecting much, so was completely blown away when being showered with multiple gifts. Evielyn gifted me a diamond necklace with a red love shaped pendant. It was simple, yet priceless. Nanny gifted me a pack of hair clips and a set of pajamas. I received several miscellaneous items from my classmates and schoolmates which was very sweet. It was only after the gifting ceremony did I notice Jose's absence. Where could he have gone? I wondered looking around desperately.

Her hands then moved from my face and to my flat belly where she placed her hands that began to glow, and I wondered what she was doing. Then I felt the heart shaped pendant on my chest lift and a few tiny glowing specks move from it to my belly and then disappear within me and I looked at her confused. The woman’s mouth never opened to speak but I began to hear her voice in my head say, “My sweet child, I give to you a gift. A gift that part of your children you lost, shall be with you someday here on this plane.”

The night Helen Kerr's first love proposes, I stand on the 33rd-floor terrace, holding my terminal stomach cancer diagnosis. Through the glass, I watch the man drop to one knee. They exchange rings, and she slides the ring meant for me onto his finger. I stay hidden outside in the excruciating pain, refusing to ruin their moment. Then Helen spots me. There is no panic or guilt, just pure disgust in her eyes. She sneers, gestures toward the ledge, and mouths through the window, "Jump, if you're gonna jump. Stop acting just to ruin my night. If you actually die, maybe I'll believe you." Right then, the last flicker of life in me goes dark. I look at the woman I've loved for a decade and

To the perfection of a human reading this, Hi, It’s Narnia’s Fifth Resident. The author. Not Callisto*, the Narnian Resident, fifth one to be exact. If you are reading this, that means that you’ve reached the end of Callisto’s Gift! CONGRATULATIONS and thank you soooo much. Words honestly can’t explain how happy I become when I see even one new read on any of the chapters. It gives me the encouragement to keep going and keep writing. It may not mean much to you, but it means the world to me.