The Giver Novels & Stories

I would like Yellow cab or S&R but there is no store nearby at our school. "Homber Lewis" I stopped eating and took my gift. Gedie is the one who got my name. “Open the gift!” Ma’am said because she will take a picture when the gift is open. The gift is open since it is in a paper bag. My eyes widened when I saw the EXO Posters and Photocards!!! Omg, there’s a lot! “OMG! Gedie thank you!!!” I said and I hugged her. Ma’am took a photo of us and she sat down afterward. It’s my turn to give my gift.

Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her. Among the gifts, one particularly caught her attention—a beautifully bound book filled with handwritten recipes from the village's oldest residents. This was a treasure she had always wanted, as cooking had been a cherished pastime shared with her mother. The book was a collection of family recipes, each page telling a story of love, tradition, and the joy of gathering around the table. As Marissa flipped through the pages, she could almost hear the laughter of her family and friends echoing through the years.

“I brought you some herbal tea earlier. I heard it helps with digestion.” Old Man Kingsley chuckled lightly. “You’re always thoughtful, Stella.” The subtle approval in his tone made Stella’s smile widen. Dinner was soon announced, and everyone made their way into the grand dining hall. The long table was already set with an array of delicious dishes, the aroma filling the room. Soft golden lights hung overhead, creating a warm but tense atmosphere. As they took their seats, Stella deliberately chose a spot closer to Grandpa Kingsley. Throughout the meal, she remained attentive—offering him vegetables, refilling his drink, and asking after his health with exaggerated concern.

His gaze felt like an X‑ray, as if he wanted to look straight through me. I did not look away. I met his gaze with a numb calm. After a long silence, he smiled and pulled his hand back. He tossed the burn ointment onto the nightstand. “Fine. Go. But you must return on February sixteenth. It is my birthday. I want you to give yourself to me as a gift.” He leaned close to my ear, and his teeth brushed my earlobe. “You need to be clean and fresh.” I pushed down the nausea in my stomach and nodded. “Okay.”

She turned to find Gaara jogging toward her, his expression unreadable, carrying something in his hand. “Yes? What is it?” she asked, her voice clipped, the only response she could muster for him. “This.” Gaara extended a small box toward her. Esther’s eyes widened in disbelief the moment she saw what it was chocolate cookies. Her favorite. The kind of sweet she could never resist. She was stunned, unable to process why, out of nowhere, he would hand her something so simple yet so meaningful. “Take it. It’s for you,” Gaara said firmly, as though making sure she understood that he meant it.

Then I raised my eyes to meet his expectant gaze and spoke. "Geston, let me tell you a story." He froze, clearly not understanding why I would suddenly say that. Ignoring his confusion, I continued. "Long ago, there was a very, very young girl. One winter, the snow fell heavily. She went to a fair with her parents, but the crowd was so thick that she got separated from them. "She stood alone in the bustling street. It was freezing. Snowflakes landed on her face, and she couldn't find her way home. All she could do was cry. She felt as if the whole world had abandoned her.

After a moment, the door opened, and a pale human man with short, salt and pepper hair stood before the group. “No soliciting,” he said, moving to close the door. “We’re not here to sell you anything,” Gaia said. “We have a gift for John and would like an audience with him.” The man’s eyes narrowed. “What gift?” Gaia kneeled, opened her suitcase, and pulled out a package. She stood up and handed it to the man. “It’s delicate,” Gaia said. “Please be careful.” The man closed the door. “I guess we wait and see if the gift grants us entrance?” Thea said. Alpha Rin had procured the gift for them with his international connections.

"Yvonne, I also have something for you." He opened a velvet box, inside which sat a ten-carat ruby ring. It was the Scott family heirloom. "The family ring?" someone whispered. "Only the Scott matriarch wears that." "He gave it to Yvonne. It turns out that he really loves her..." Shawn slid it onto Yvonne’s finger. Everyone cast envious glances. I watched this scene and felt extremely uncomfortable. "But..." Yvonne suddenly looked at me, her face full of guilt. "Isn't this supposed to be Zoe's? It seems inappropriate for me to wear this..."

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

His hands, probably trembling with disbelief would have forced themselves to open the small gift box beside it. Inside, nestled on soft fabric, were the tiny remains of our unborn child. Its small hands curled into delicate fists, its eyes closed forever, never to grow, never to breathe. I could almost feel the impact on him, as if he had been struck by a physical blow. All the arrogance, all the anger, draining away, leaving him weak. The box would have slipped from his suddenly numb grasp, crashing to the ground. "What is Irene trying to do by sending this kind of thing on the day of the marking ceremony? Crazy woman!" he would have spat, kicking the box aside in disgust.