The Giver Novels & Stories

Ellaya replied respectfully, not wanting to offend her elder. In a gesture of generosity, she shared her handcrafted perfumes with those around her, spreading not just a beautiful fragrance but also a sense of community and harmony. Gazing out at her garden, blooming with life and possibilities, she knew she had found a new source of joy and fulfillment in her empowered existence. Her small house now smelled of roses and jasmine, a testament to her creativity and resilience. She was delighted by the compliments from her neighbors, who marveled at her creation. In a gesture of generosity, she gifted bottles to her sweet neighbors without charging any money.

I said softly. “She should,” Mara replied. “The pack earned her light.” The drums grew faster, the beat echoing the pulse of the fire. Gavin stepped from the crowd, carrying a bowl of honeyed grain and roasted nuts. He moved with calm precision, offering it to the first family at the front. The parents bowed their heads before taking a handful, passing it to their children, who giggled and smeared honey on their fingers. The sweetness carried through the smoke, softening the scent of flame and pine.

-/:;()$&@“ NOVA If I could wish for a super power it wouldn't be converting my breath to dollars, it would be the ability to erase people’s memories, specifically a certain silvery fox and myself. So I can forget last night and maybe erase the part where my best friend's dad cummed down my throat. His heavy gaze has been on me since I greeted him earlier and I wonder why the people around us didn’t notice or call him out on that. His gaze is unsettling and a constant reminder of my bad decision. Lena keeps asking if I’m okay and I kept assuring her, I shift uncomfortably in my seat praying this brunch ends soon. Eventually people starts presenting their gifts with Lena going first, she hands

I place the small gift box in her hand then place my hands down at my hips. Miss O'Neal doesn't necessarily celebrate Christmas. In her mind, it's just another day her delivery boy cant come in here and deliver her groceries. Her family has been gone for a long time and it doesn't take a genius to understand that being the reason for the grinch mode. But with this gift, I hope that changes her perspective, because it certainly changed mine.

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.

On it was a bowl of oatmeal and a few light side dishes, exactly the kind of food suited for someone as weak as Winter, who had gone several meals without eating. With Gavin standing there, William didn’t need to ask who had sent it. He reached out and took the tray from Zion. Then he said to Gavin, “Go back and thank Mr. Xander for us.” Gavin’s expression remained unreadable. “Shouldn’t the person receiving it thank him herself?” Zion’s expression changed. He was just about to remind that big idiot Gavin not to talk back, but then he suddenly remembered. Gavin was G. Who had G ever been afraid of?

"Where did you source the ten-billion-dollar funding required for the Jacobson Group acquisition, Ms. Reed?" I responded to the barrage of consecutive questions, answering every single one of them. Shawn and Yvonne, on the other hand, were utterly dumbfounded, quickly finding themselves jostled and pressed into a corner by the surging crowd. Yvonne repeatedly shook her head. "That can't be true! How could a mere gold digger like her acquire Jacobson Group?"

I replied. He gripped my shoulders, looking me deep in the eyes. “You will not remember me. I am a ghost, no one to you. Any memory that I showed you last night will be forgotten again. You went out to the bar, met your contract, killed him in the alley, and took your trinket from his body. You then came back home to The Academy and took a bath, then went to bed. You will report your completion in the morning. The ring on your finger was a birthday gift from the same person who has left you the previous gifts each year, but you do not know who that person is. It was a good day, but I was not a part of it.” Damien said.

I frown and keep flipping pages. After 45 minutes of rejections, I find a gorgeous, intelligent man—blond hair, bright blue eyes, and the prettiest teeth I’ve ever seen. His reason for donating: to give the gift of a child to someone in need. He’s in med school with a big family. I swoon reading his profile. “Ohhh, ohhh, oh!” I shout, jumping up. “What?” Brin asks. “I found him!” “Really? Let us see!” I turn the binder.

And…there. There, right at the center, where she imagines her heart to be, Cora finds it. The gift, shining, waiting, not exhausted but endless and ready to be given at will. Cora moves forward towards it, wrapping her hands around it, feeling it pulse with warmth. As she lifts it in her hands, she imagines that she can almost hear her mother speaking to her, singing, encouraging her to give it.