The Giver Book Full Book Novels & Stories

I will only ask for your shipping and email address. Good luck, butterflies! 🦋✨👑 P.S. To my top 3 GEMS and GIFT givers for this book. Find me on my socials! You will get a gift from me! GEMS - Kim Cormier, Walky Perez, and Stacey GIFT - Theresa Raymond, Holly Murri, Alicia Farmer

It's surprising but I don't care about that right now. I collapse on the floor again when Cain's boots appear in my field of vision again, I can almost imagine him shaking his head and staring down at me. He's standing in front of me when I look up but he's not frowning or sneering. "Get up." I do and he hands me a book. I am surprised and emotional at the same time though I don't know what this is for. "Always remember to ask what anything given to you is for. No one does anything for the sake of it around here."

A beautifully illustrated storybook. Inside the cover... Richard had written, When I come home early, we'll read this together. Elena slowly closed the book. "He really believed..." "...he'd come back." Gabriel, standing quietly by the doorway, lowered his head. "He never stopped believing." --- She continued opening the gifts. A small music box. A silver bracelet. A fountain pen. Each accompanied by a handwritten note. Not expensive. Not extravagant. Just thoughtful. Each one chosen by a father who loved his daughter more than anything.

I never intend to have perfect characters, so hating them means I was doing something right. Also, I want to thank you for staying and trusting me to weave this fantasy world. I´m hoping you will stick with me until the end. I am always grateful for the love and support you´ve given me and my books! I didn´t know my simple story would capture anyone´s heart but you proved me otherwise. THANK YOU!!! Tomorrow would be the last day for the GEMS to be distributed and gifted to your favorite books, if you have anything to spare for me, Gavin, and Alia - we would welcome them wholeheartedly! :)

“Because you're cheap and don't spend a dime of what you have in the bank, and you still use that old tablet with the chipped screen, and because Sebastian is so afraid of losing you that he doesn't even tell you that you need a new laptop for your stady, Nancy and I bought you one. Now we won’t be ashamed to be seen with you and that old crap you call a tablet.” Everyone laughed. Yes, it was true that Theo only spent as much money as necessary, but his old tablet worked perfectly. The second gift was for Sek, and it was from Theo. A Smartwotch, and a book named “Golden Boy”, written by Tara Sullivan, about an albino boy from a small Tanzanian village. Sek hugs Theo and thanks him, immediate

He had learned so much about fireflies, and he felt a deep connection to these magical creatures. He looked up at Nanny Mama Hazel, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Nanny Mama Hazel," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "This is the best book ever!" Nanny Mama Hazel smiled, her heart full of joy. "You're welcome, my dear Theo," she said, her voice warm and loving. "And remember, the world is full of wonders, just waiting to be discovered. Keep your eyes open, your heart open, and never stop learning."

“Agreed?” I nodded, relief loosening the tension in my chest. “I was about to say the same thing. Right now, Nova is the only person whom I have told about this and she could keep a secret.” He nods, relieved to hear my answer. Then he hesitated, as if weighing his next words. “Where did you get the book?” he finally asked, his voice low. I straightened, steadying myself before answering. “Giselle gave it to me,” I answered watching his reaction closely. “I don’t know where she got it.”

I sat with Elian in the library, not reading forbidden texts, but helping him translate star-charts, our shoulders brushing as we leaned over parchment. And slowly, the suspicion faded. They believed I was okay. And in a way, I was. Because I wasn’t hiding anymore,not really. I was just holding something precious in cupped hands, shielding it until it was strong enough to stand on its own. One afternoon, Morwen passed me in the courtyard. She didn’t speak, she just nodded, her eyes lingering on my hands for a heartbeat too long. I smiled back. She will never find the book,it was ash now.They vanished at my will. And she will never understand that the greatest power wasn’t in taking, but in g

Dylan's POV I thanked the elderly bookseller before purchasing the novel I had been holding, though I quietly added two more books to the stack after noticing Aliya pause in front of them earlier. She never asked for expensive gifts or expected extravagant surprises, yet I had learned that the quickest way to brighten her entire day was to place a good book in her hands. The shop owner wrapped each one carefully in brown paper before tying them together with a pale blue ribbon, smiling to herself the entire time as though she had already guessed they weren't really for me. When she handed the package across the counter, she leaned toward me ever so slightly and whispered, "Keep giving her re

Anna said, her voice thick with emotion. “During every family gathering, every dinner, I looked down on her, spoke sharply, ignored her kindness… and yet, no matter how I acted, she never retaliated. She always brought me gifts—small, simple things, nothing expensive or grand, but things she knew I would like, things she thought would make me happy. And I… I threw them away. I sneered at them. I told myself what Mother always said that the worth of a gift lies only in its price tag, its cost, its status. I was so blind… so cruel… so wrong. I did not see then that the true value lay in the heart that gave it—pure, generous, and kind.”