The Giver Novels & Stories

Something ugly tugged at his gut but he decided to ignore it in favor of savoring the moment. He fetched the basin of water and a cloth, cleaning himself. He cannot take his eyes off of the gift the whole time. Even as he finally laid down in his mattress, his eyes never left the gift. How could he? It’s Ainar’s gift. Can’t help the giddiness in him, he ended up staying up late, staring at the stone in his shelf. He has never received anything like this, or anything in a form of a gift his whole life. For him to receive something like this, now more special as it is a courting gift makes Gavin so happy.

I'm going to tell Mom and Dad you've been picking on me! [Viola, are you dead out there? Actually, it's better this way. I took the only thing that could have saved you—the Miracle Elixir. Now, death is your only choice! Just die already, it's better this way!] Dozens of venomous curses followed—each one so vicious that even the officers who had followed us fell into stunned silence. "Did... Jane sent these?" Charlie's hands trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't believe what he was reading, and the realization hit him like a physical blow—he was one of the people who had contributed to his daughter's death!

His love was real, but it was too light, like something floating on the surface, gone with the slightest touch. I understood, suddenly, that this would happen again and again. He would give me new things and keep giving the old things to someone else. My child would learn that what she had could be taken away at any moment. Dante came toward me when I did not speak. He bent down, his eyes on my belly, his voice soft. "Baby, Daddy will buy you new things. The prettiest dresses, the softest cashmere. Okay?" He straightened, pinched my cheek, and returned to his familiar, easy tone. "Do not make that face. I will make it up to you. I promise."

"She's your sister-in-law, after all, and Alvin was gone too soon. Since we're all family, I thought it'd be nice if she became our baby's godmother. What do you think?" I looked him dead in the eye. There wasn't a single shred of guilt in them. He had somehow managed to dress up a shameful affair with his widowed sister-in-law—and their illegitimate child—as nothing more than a benevolent husband showing compassion to a grieving widow. "Sure." I nodded apathetically. Craig nodded in satisfaction before turning around and picking up a thermal flask. He then headed out to get some water. My gaze drifted to the postpartum mesh underwear on my nightstand. It was Verna's size.

“So is your wardrobe, by the look of things. My 3500 might have covered the clothes, not to mention the undoubtedly expensive perfume which is wafting from your delectable body, but I'd say it would be struggling to stretch to the price of this necklace. So. tell me, Genevieve... Where does a casually employed working girl get the money to buy a golden necklace such as this?” “Not from my pathetic salaries, I can assure you,” she countered scornfully. A minute ago, she might’ve told him the truth, but not now. Why give him the opportunity to hold her in more contempt by not believing her. “It was a gift,” Genie said nonchalantly. “From men?” “No. Just one man.” It wasn't even a lie. Her fath

he respond politely Justin Gatchallian is one of the main donor in the orphanage. He always has a weak body and moving for just a hour really put a strain on his body. He walks towards Stella and Aeriol stood up "Hope you'll get well soon" he said and hand over the book to her. He slightly bend over and whispered "Nice meeting you" "I am too and thank you for saving me" Stella said and hugs the book "Thank you for saving her" Aeriol said as he extended his hand

said Megan. Lex was incredibly uncertain about who the gifts were from. The delivery person did not say who it was for and only said it was from Mr. Caden. “Thea, do you know of any rich man that goes by Mr. Caden?” Lex glanced at Thea and asked. “I-I do.” Thea was stunned for a moment, then nodded lightly. Many people turned to Thea after hearing her reply. “W-Who is this man?” Lex stood up and asked excitedly.

Jack finally opened his mouth; Anyone who could make his wife happy was worthy of praise. Carl opened the leather satchel he was carrying and passed a gold coin as a reward to the caretaker. The caretaker’s eyes glinted as he saw the gold coin; he had never been given such a high reward; neither the previous owner nor the clients that he fawned over previously had given him such a huge reward despite the favors he had done for them.

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

It wasn't until my first month of college that I found out the entire pack had been calling me a leech behind my back. The nickname came from Sienna Blackwood—Lucas's partner. To every wolf in Silvermoon, I was just some weakling squatting on pack land. They saw me use Lucas's pass, saw the tiny cabin at the edge of his territory, and filled in the blanks themselves. I went to find Lucas, thinking he'd defend me like he used to when we were pups. But he just waved a hand, didn't even look up from whatever he was doing, and said, "It's just a nickname, Elena. Sienna's joking around. You're being too sensitive." Then he added, "Besides, you're always around me. You use my pass, you live a sto