The Giver 2 Novels & Stories

Even through the fabric, you could see the insane size of it. My heart started hammering, and I could already feel myself getting wet between my legs. I forced myself to act calm as I welcomed them in. Kian smiled and said in broken Selric, "Mrs. Tarell, this is a present for you." I hadn't expected a gift at my son's birthday. I opened it. Inside was a seven-inch thick adult toy. My face went burning red in an instant. Kian had no filter, giving me something like that. Was he hinting at something?

I lifted him easily against my side while he laughed loudly. “You came.” There it was again. That sharp uncomfortable feeling in my chest. “Yeah,” I muttered. Luca grinned at me with Elena’s eyes and my dark hair sticking up messily everywhere. “You missed my speech.” I winced slightly. “Sorry.” “You always say sorry.” The room went awkwardly quiet. Kids never realized when they stabbed directly into your ribs. I set him down gently. “I brought you something.” That immediately fixed his mood. Of course. I reached into my coat pocket and handed him the small toy car I bought at a gas station two hours ago out of pure panic.

He had clearly thought that through before he came. The wooden box in my hands captivated me, stirring emotions deep within. The High King had been generous because of a debt from the past, but Damon's reasons were a mystery. I did not ask. Instead, I tucked the box away carefully. Then, I unclasped the gemstone pendant my grandma had left me, the one I had given to Iris in my previous life, only for him to use to woo someone else. Now, Damon accepted it with reverence, cradling it in his hands.

“You didn’t have to buy me anything.” “I wish we could take credit for this,” Billy said. “But, they were just delivered for you.” “Oh,” Jackie said with confusion. “Along with this,” Billy said and pulled a small box and a card from behind his back. Gabriella sat the large box next to Jackie on the bed. “Open it, cousin. I’m dying to see what it is.” “All right.” Jackie pulled the bow on the box. She lifted the lid. To her surprise, it was a dozen long-stemmed red roses. “Oh my,” she said with a grin.

she gasped, voice shaking violently. “How can you sell your own wife to that pervert who calls himself Elion Copper? Why are you the same as them? I thought you were different… but you are worse than them all, and I hate you!” Ella’s voice broke as she poured out her despair, her tears streaming freely. Henry pushed Elion’s wheelchair out of the gate, leaving Ella rooted in the same spot. She collapsed to the ground like an abandoned child, her sobs echoing in the empty courtyard. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably as she curled up, the weight of the world pressing down on her.

After surviving a kidnapping and being diagnosed with severe PTSD, I became the family's top priority. Every sharp object and glass item in the house was removed. The furniture was wrapped in thick foam padding, until not a single hard edge remained. My parents canceled all business trips. News broadcasts and violent movies were banned from the house. To help me feel safe, they even forced my younger brother, who had just earned a full scholarship to a top university, to stay home and keep me company around the clock. Everything changed on the night of my brother's lavish eighteenth-birthday celebration. When fireworks erupted across the sky without warning, I hallucinated instantly and grab

Three years together. Lucian proposed seventy-seven times. Aurelia said no every single time. The entire family called her ungrateful. How dare she reject the Underboss? But Aurelia knew the truth. Lucian never wanted to marry her in the first place. The first three times, she said yes. She took the ring with tears in her eyes. Each time, his face turned to ice. "A proper woman doesn't give in so easily," he scoffed. She took the hint. She handed the ring back and said no. Only then did his warm smile return. Then came year three. Aurelia overheard that line between him and Bianca, her adopted sister—intimate, sick, and unmistakable. It hit her like a bullet. Lucian never loved her. Not for

On the day of the ceremony, Rosalie was still upset when she saw my gifts. Jacob pitied me because Rosalie had taken away most of the blessings I should have received from the pack. So, he transported various precious resources from Stoneridge pack overnight to make up for it. The resources included rare herbs, the loyalty pacts of several loyal guards, and weapons bearing ancient markings. Hence, the gifts I was taking with me to my new pack were even grander than Rosalie's.

They all exposed his dark past and failures. Before Stephen could say anything, someone walked in again. Once the man with the gift box walked in, he noticed everyone looking at him and got nervous. "Oliver and Jamire… have sent gifts over!" This time, the ones sending gifts were the businessmen in Aqua City.

It hurts so much. "I carried him too far. My wolf is giving up. "I found the wolfweed! He'll be fine. I've made it into medicine and fed him with it. It's just that my mental energy's completely gone. I'm getting so sleepy…" At the end of the notebook, there was even a dried maple leaf tucked inside with the words written on it saying, "I hope the first thing Chase sees when he wakes up is me." Chase couldn't remain standing any longer. Instead, he collapsed to his knees and let out a painful howl.