The Giver Novels & Stories

Epilogue I Barbie ❦ Aaron ~ BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW ~ I stood by the window, my eyes drifting to the vintage music box Aaron had given me. It was the first gift he had ever given me with unconditional love — a far cry from the cold transactions of my past. It was a symbol of the moment everything changed.

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

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

If you can come up with two million, I'll be your witness right now. Stella adjusted her glasses. Though her smile was gentle, her eyes were cold. "Mr. Thompson, you are every bit as smart as they say. Pleasure doing business with you." She turned and headed for the door. At the doorway, she paused. "Oh, and Mr. Thompson, since your hands are worth a lot of money, take good care of them. "If they get broken, or if you go blind, they won't be worth much anymore." When the steel door closed, Summer kicked over a trash can.

Feeling rather displeased, Xavia replied, “…Bring his gift over…” “Very well,” replied the housekeeper before hurrying off to get it. He had made sure to properly store it since it was a gift from the great Zivon Burton, and barely a minute later, he returned and said, “Here it is.”

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Emily, Freya, and Hannah smiled as they stepped forward with their own birthday gifts. The attendant announced, "From Ms. Emily, an original oil painting by Elias Greaves; from Ms. Freya, a rare medicinal pill from Mistveil Peak; and from Ms. Hannah, a string of sanctified prayer beads, blessed by the Grand Sage of the Solace Abbey!" They could have given these gifts to George privately earlier. However, they deliberately waited until all the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce members were present to make their presentation.

Em told her. Not long after they’d gotten off the phone the doorbell rang. Sure enough there stood a delivery guy with a huge box. “Oh. My. Gosh.” Em said as she pulled the box inside the house to open it. There was no telling what Rainn had gotten her. The girl had more money than… well anyone. Not that she bragged .. she didn’t. Rainn was by far one of the most humble and giving people she knew. Heavy on the giving. She had trouble with the box since she only could use one of her hands. And of course Quinn chose that moment to make an appearance.

“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