The Gift Star Trek: Voyager Novels & Stories

One of his men, Jack, pointed out to a figure that was lying on the ground by the waterfall. They moved forward, inspecting the figure with their eyes. It turned out to be a small, petite girl and she looked like she was reaching out for the water but didn’t make it. The man who was called alpha stepped closer to her to examine her face and check whether she is from any of the pack nearby. Maybe, he thought, she just lost her way. But that didn’t explain her finding the sacred waterfall. He held out a hand to turn her over since she was laying on her front, in an awkward angle. But almost as soon as he made contact with her, he knew she was his beloved.

The detective leaned in. "Absolutely." "I have one condition. I need to see my wife," I said. They hesitated, exchanging looks. Florence, consumed by hatred, demanded my punishment and refused to talk. Her therapist advised against a meeting. The detective mulled it over and approached her. When we met, Florence was gaunt, broken. Guilt overwhelmed me. I was a terrible father and husband. She asked coldly, "What do you want?" I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for our loss. Do you remember the video you got the day Stephanie died?"

His presence filled the space immediately, quiet dominance, like he’d claimed the air itself. “You should still be in bed,” he said, eyes traveling over me, lingering a little too long at the way I was curled on the couch in a soft robe. “I’ve had enough of white walls and hospital food. Don’t worry, Allison has been feeding me properly,” I teased, but my voice faltered under his gaze. He placed the gift box on the coffee table. Inside was a silk scarf, rich in color, smooth under my fingers. I swallowed hard, it wasn’t just a scarf. It was the unspoken thoughtfulness, the way he noticed softness where others overlooked me.

Vickon orders the guards, giving the bleeding stray one final freezing look before turning his chair away from the door. "What is that box inside your arms?" Vickon asks my face once our bodies are sitting inside the pack transport wagon, his smooth voice drifting over to make my ears feel super warm. "It is... a special moon gift for your beast," my mouth mumbles back, my fingers rubbing my ears shyly before showing him the box. "A gift?" Vickon blinks his dark eyes in surprise, looking down at the wooden box. "Did your boots go out into the market territory today just to hunt a present for my hand?"

“Maisie, she put so much thought into that gift! How heartless can you be to ignore her like that?” “I seriously misjudged you. In that case, we won’t give you any gifts either.” Left with no choice, I said I appreciated both the gift and her intentions, but I was already wearing a necklace. Zoe’s eyes reddened. “The one I'm giving you is more expensive than that. Doesn’t it deserve a place around your neck?” Just then, Miles Gray's rough voice came from downstairs. “Maisie! C-Come down!” It was my brother.

He placed the gift at my feet. “It is much appreciated,” I said to him. More gifts came. From a gray haired woman, I’d gotten a handcrafted violin, from a little girl, a good-luck bracelet to always keep me safe and I’d found that incredibly adorable, from one of the Commanders, a pure white stallion, From a pack soldier, a self-made painting of myself. My father had gifted me a box of jewelry which had once belonged to Nellrose, my late mother and that brought tears to my eyes. Gideon had presented a diamond necklace and Katalier had gifted me a small, elegantly crafted dagger.

She thanked them and drove back home. Gavin left work early and returned home. He met Nora at the stairs. Nora tried ignoring him but he stopped her from walking away and placed a box in her palm and left for his room. Nora quickly unboxed her gift and smiled. She took out the lovely bracelet Gavin gifted her and rushed down to meet Arianna. She made Arianna help her wear the bracelet on her wrist. Nora smiled as she admired the bracelet. Arianna asked her to go get ready in her room for the party.

She climbed into the car, cradling a beautiful snow globe, which she handed to him. "For me?" Alaric asked, puzzled. Vespera nodded. "Yeah, it's a New Year's gift. Thanks for teaching me to dance tonight!" Alaric hesitated before accepting the snow globe, his fingers brushing against her cold hands. He placed the gift on the dashboard and quietly turned up the heat. When they reached Vespera’s place, Vespera gathered her things. "Thanks, Alaric." "My pleasure, Vespera. Take care," Alaric replied politely.

she ran down to him. “What?!” “Gift,” she held his face in her palms. “What do you want from me?” Gift was crying. She saw that he was hurting. “Gift…” she covered him in a warm hug. “What do you want? Nobody wants me.” “Oh, Gift. It’s going to be fine. Hush now.”

The dinner table fell into a dead silence. “Sweetheart, come with me.” Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage room door. In the corner were more than a dozen neatly stacked cases of the exact same whisky. Some were damp and moldy, others were covered in cobwebs. These were all the New Year’s gifts I had my husband, Kevin Zane, buy over the past three years. “W-What is this?” My voice came out dry. My throat was tight.