The Gift Star Trek: Voyager の小説・ストーリー

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

Ty jumped at the random opportunity to speak with her and raced up the stairs. Azura had awaken with the sound of their laughter only moments before and had began to get dressed. By the time she smelt Ty at her door, she had finished getting ready. Ty knocked and she flung the door open. He smiled at her, noticing she was wearing some of the clothing they had purchased today. She had on black pants that hugged her legs and the pair of black boots she found at the shoppe next to Kiara’s. Her shirt was a white, button up with silver buttons, that showed off a little cleavage. The sleeves came down to elbows and she wore the necklace Regina gifted her. She saw Ty’s eyes focus on the pend

Anything as long as she could terminate her contract with Keith earlier… Regardless, he was certain that things would end well, which was why he had told Nathan to prepare this gift to celebrate her freedom, as well as a symbol for something else… After what had just happened, however, Zivon ended up staring at the exquisite gift box for a while before replying, “Toss it in the trash.” …Huh? Toss it away…?! But this precious gift had been shipped here overnight from abroad…! Nathan was really tempted to say that it was a huge waste to do that. However…

“A gift?” “I am giving you the gift of healing. A gift I bestowed on you so that it can flow to your family and friends. A thank-you gift from the moon for taking the first step to saving the Alpha females of this generation and the future. A gift well deserved for saving me from a horrible mistake I made in the past.” “But how do I use this gift?” “In time, it will reveal itself... For now, I want to personally thank you for trusting me, even at your lowest. For believing that despite all the pain I caused you, I deserve to stand beside you and ask you to trust me again and again.”

“It’s a gift. You got me a gift, and I wanted to return the favor.” I immediately felt bad that she’d spent her money on me. My gift to her had been something I wanted to do for her. “You didn’t have to do that.” I gestured for her to have a seat on my couch, taking a seat beside her as I held the bag in my hand. “Trust me,” she said, her eyes staring into mine. “It is nothing extravagant. I saw it, and I knew I had to get it for you.” I nodded and unwrapped the tissue to find a pretty amber blown-glass figure that looked just like Leia. It made my heart sing. “Thank you. This is awesome!”

Rather than answering Shananel, the delta-ranked warrior handed a carefully and elegantly gift box to the stoic-looking middle-aged woman. It was a box as wide as her palm and as tall as her teacup. There was a flaming red ribbon tied to it and a card attached to the gift. She did not know why, but her heart thumped. Reaching out, she skillfully ripped away the ribbons, not bothering to read where they came from. For her, a renowned war leader and an elder in the well-respected Werewolf Committee, it was not new to her to receive expensive gifts from various people.

The room, which had been peaceful just moments ago, suddenly felt heavy again with Dad's words. I smiled bitterly. What wolf? My wolf had already died while fighting off the Silverthorn Wolfsbane. That toxin, laced with silver, had seeped into my bloodstream and eventually corroded my organs. And in the end, it killed my wolf. "Dad, I know Viola lied before, acted out, and pretended to be sick. But that was the old her. I believe she's better now," Jane said, looking at me with a sharp, taunting look. She sounded like she was defending me, but all I could hear was her reminding everyone of my past mistakes.

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.

"Alright, everyone, take your position just like your sitting arrangement in Class. The teacher nodded at the students and continued, "Today, we will be painting the Gift of nature. I want to see what you can create with your imagination." He instructed and stood straight to look at the students. He further looked at them, before dropping the announcement. "The most outstanding painting will stand a chance to participate in the auction for the school's fundraiser. And also, have a chance of competing in the National Artist Talent show." An uproar occurred in the crowd, as the students rippled with excitement.

he said with that stupid charismatic smile, holding up a plastic bag with something inside. I warily regarded it. "Come on, Aria. Just give me some time, please?" I exhaled, annoyed. "Fine." I'd left my clothes and towel over by the door, and so I walked over to begin throwing it on over my work out skins. "But for the record...," I said, grabbing the plastic bag from his hand after I'd changed, "this is the shittiest gift wrapping I've ever received." He laughed. "Apologies, it was a last minute gift."