The Last Gift Novel Novels & Stories

Some exchanged uneasy smiles, while others pretended to resume conversation. And ten minutes later, I finally gave Zachary my carefully constructed gift. Of course, mother, grandma, Sebastian were there, alongside my nosy backstabber of a sister, Meredith, and her cowardly husband, Ezra. They were surely curious about this. “Dad,” I began, my eyes drifting around the study, lingering on the familiar shelves, the worn leather chair by the window. “This is my gift to you—time. Just the two of us. One last chance to send them away and talk with me in private.”

"Hannah, look—so innocent yet alluring. It's perfect for me, isn't it?" I had gifted it to her because she loved it. My hands shook as I picked up the delicate, nearly transparent cloth. My throat closed up, and my head spun. The doubt I'd buried deep inside finally broke free. Confusion and pain crashed over me. Before I could even think, the violent sound of colliding cars split the air. Then, blackness swallowed me whole.

“Deliver it yourself. No guards. No seal. Only tell them... tell them it was something out of a man who knows what it costs to be proud of. She gave a nod, and went away very quickly and I was left to myself. As I closed the door I made a long, trembling sigh. I had lied. I made it due to the fact that I could not help thinking about the moment I would be holding my grandchild. Hours passed. Evening fell. I had just convinced myself they would not accept the gift when Celene came back with an inexpressible face. I stood. “Well?” She went softly up to me, and gave me a little piece of paper folded up. “The gift was accepted, my lady.” I frowned, confused. “They didn’t reject it?”

Then, I came up with a reply, even if there was no one to see it now. "No, you didn't. You taught her love. You gave her the knowledge that someone was willing to fight fate, a system, and even himself, all for her. "You completed your mission flawlessly, Quincy. She's going to live a long, long life, carrying the love you carried for her inside her heart." … Side Story Three years had gone by since then. During that time, I published my new book—Exchange. I only wrote one message on the acknowledgement page. "To Quincy Shaw, my beloved. Thank you. You made sure I came out triumphant in this exchange."

In each of their hands, were the eighteen gifts that the receptionist had earlier announced! As for the most expensive gift—that being the forty million dollar villa—it was presented in the form of a contract. “…H-how… How is any of this possible…?” muttered Georgia to herself, completely flabbergasted. “We’ve brought the gifts over, Mr. Crawford! Here’s the list of the gifts!” said one of the bodyguards after walking toward Gerald and bowing respectfully. “And why are you showing that to me? You should be showing it to grandma instead!” replied Gerald as he turned to look at Serenity with a smile.

I expressed my heartfelt appreciation. "What are friends for? She said she was smiling. "But then Matilda," she added. "In exchange for not attacking the Crescent pack, Alpha Adrian said you owe him a gift, a gift he would be the one to ask for, and you must grant it," Eva said, her face furrowed, and I took a deep breath. "What do you think Alpha Adrian could ask for?" I asked, my face turned to Eva, wondering what game Alpha Adrian must be up to.

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

But thanks to my mentor and seniors teaching me patiently, I was able to find my footing and stand on my own. From then on, my days were busy and rich. Every so often, I would get letters and gifts from Samson, including a watch identical to the one that Celia broke. I sent everything back, unopened. A decade later, during an emergency operation, I happened to spot him across a crowded room. By then, we were both standing on the spot where we belonged, living our own dreams. Our paths were different, but we were each moving toward a brighter future.

“Understood.” I rubbed my hands together, trying to warm them up. “She’s a good person,” I whispered. “She didn’t deserve this. You have to find her.” He closed the notebook and stood up. “We’re doing everything we can. Thank you for your time, Miss Diana.” He walked out, and I stayed sitting. Alone in that cold little room, I felt the weight of everything crush down on me. I was still breathing. Still free. But Gift wasn’t.

The assistant handed him a small, elegantly wrapped package and waited for further instructions. Blake took the package, admiring the craftsmanship. It was a rare, leather-bound edition of Emily’s favorite novel, a touch he knew she’d notice. The title gleamed in embossed gold lettering, and her initials shone in a delicate script across the bottom right corner. This wasn’t just a gift; it was a gesture of intimacy, of understanding. It was the kind of gift that only someone who knew her, who valued her deeply, would send. And the note slipped inside was as carefully crafted as the gift itself: