The Giver Ch 8 Novels & Stories

My voice cuts through the cafeteria like thunder. Jax freezes instantly. The entire room goes silent. He slowly turns around and finds me standing directly behind him. His face drains of color. “Oh.” Yes. Oh. My gaze drops to the box in his hand. Then back to his face. “You’re giving her something.” It’s not a question. He swallows hard. “Just a gift.” I step closer. “How thoughtful.” The temperature in the room drops ten degrees. Jax takes a small step back. “It’s not what you think.”

Then looking up to meet his baby blues she added, “For now.” Dear Gentle Readers, for those of you who have forgotten how they both got engaged, you could go back and have a peek at Chapter 80 (; as always, please donate some gems to this story! Your support could give someone a reason to live and help them live their dreams. Stay safe and take care!

He couldn't digest the fact that he can also deserve gift from someone that too without any selfish motive or deal. ............... End ..............|| Let me know if you found any mistake. How was the chap? ...............Aish ...............

Chapter 177 is the heaviest lesson of all: that freedom without bread is just a high-sounding name for starving in the dark. Julian set the empty iron pot down with a dull, hollow thud. Yusuf picked up his oilcloth bag, checking the strap for fraying, and Ibrahim slowly swept the lead type back into its wooden tray. The rain kept dripping through the grate, the price of bread rose another note at the gate, and the cold cellar grew darker still. Where would you like to take Chapter 178 next?

Then he reached for the check. I actually thought he’d take it. Keep it back and send me away, like the useless fool I am. I would’ve just used the money to pay Mama's medical bills but instead, I willingly returned it to its owner in search of something else. Something better. Should it be greed or desperation? But instead, he slowly tore it in half. Then again. And again. Until the pieces drifted like ash to the floor between us. My breath caught. “What—” “That was for you,” His voice was a murmur now, almost intimate. “A gift. Like a door. You chose not to walk through it.”

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

" Fight!" And the team enjoys more of the night getting to know more of each other's situations. And thanking Ashley for coming into their lives. Ashley on the other hand was choking for quite sometimes. And we all know why. End of chapter 84

Chapter 1: The Sixty-Second Sentence POV: Chloe "One minute, Chloe. One kiss with the Ghost, or the keys stay in the fire." I looked at Sarah, then at the flickering orange flames of the bonfire. My hand hovered over the heat, my fingers twitching for the leather keychain she was dangling just out of reach. "It’s a disgusting bet, Sarah." "It’s a social service," Jax laughed, leaning back against his truck with a beer. "Someone needs to remind Elias Vance that he actually exists. Give the scholarship nerd a story to tell his grandkids."

He ran into a retired worker from a steel plant. With the old man’s guidance, Simon managed to contact the same steel plant I had negotiated with in the previous timeline. The scrap was successfully sold off. Simon made a hefty profit. Flushed with cash, he grew reckless and started skipping school frequently. While Simon was out making money, I kept my head down and focused on studying. I cherished this opportunity to focus on my education. Simon mocked me. “My dear brother, what’s the point of burying yourself in books? Maybe if you beg me, I’ll toss you a few coins when the Harrisons eventually kick you out.”

tagged on them. I found this very strange but took the flowers anyway. As days went on, I received more flowers and gift baskets but he never showed up until a month ago. It was about 6:00pm when I heard the door bell ring. I peeped through my window and saw a guy standing there but couldn’t see his face. I ran down the stairs and when I opened the door to my greatest surprise was Chris. I just looked at him speechless for a couple of minutes as I knew not what to say or how to react.