The Gift Star Trek: Voyager Novels & Stories

"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.

I said firmly. “Take it back to him. Tell him I’ve seen his gift, but I’m sorry I must decline.” They hesitated, exchanging glances, clearly caught between duty and fear. “We’re sorry, my lady,” one of them said finally. “But Alpha Xavier specifically instructed that we must deliver this gift to you ourselves. He said we should not return without it.” Sarah stepped closer to me, gently tapping my shoulder. Her presence was reassuring, grounding me. I looked down at the gifts, my heart pounding, knowing that with each gesture, Alpha Xavier’s persistence was growing stronger.

The guards pushed me roughly to the ground the moment we were in front of Alpha Moses' chamber but I was quick to stand up from the ground, adjusting my clothes. Just then, I saw the woman alpha Moses was with this morning and I stopped in my tracks and stared at her with my mouth slightly opened the moment I noticed her, she looked like a seductress and had such a beautiful face that would make any man fall at her feet, but I tried not to feel inferior or be intimated in front of her because of her beautiful face. She swayed her hips seductively as she walked toward me with a smirk on her face. "Oh! You are the rumored broken gift given to Alpha Moses?" She asked, looking amused, and then c

"I don't care when you get out of the hospital. You'll give me the money! If you don't, I'll pay your precious parents a visit, or maybe even that new mate of yours! Let's see how they look at you after I'm done telling them everything!" Jeremy left, swaggering with a smug smile. I was so angry, I smashed everything in the room. Why? Why?! Why did Viola get a happy family, with a mate who loved her, while I was stuck with this irresponsible father? I had worked so hard to get everything Viola had. I couldn't let it go now! After consuming the Miracle Elixir, I could feel my wolf's powers getting stronger. I had to hurry and sell all of Viola's assets.

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.