Novel & Cerita The Last Gift Novel

The burning rage we have held on to for decades seems to fade into the background. I lift her face towards me and wipe the last of her tears away with my thumbs, kissing the top of her head I whisper “happy birthday little one” She looks at me questioningly for a second before the realization sets in. I Kiss her forehead softly before getting back up to feet, “go freshen up a bit and get dressed, I’m going to go fetch your present” I say while pulling her up into a standing position. The idea came to me when I sat down on the sofa and saw that horrid pendant still sitting on the table. Her mothers bracelet, the only thing I managed to save and kept hidden for all these years, it’s the perfe

I told her, turning back. "I'll ask you one last time. What happened?" she warned me as I stopped. Only she could warn me like this. Nobody had the guts to raise their voices against me and she used to do it so easily. And every time I used to give up. I pinned my back with the bridge while she was facing the opposite side. "Mom gifted Alex a watch," I hang my head, lowering my voice. "Is it his birthday?" she asked. "No. She went out of the city for a few days. She brought it from there," it freaked me out that my mom never thought of me. It was not about a gift only. "She hugged him first. But I was missing her the most"

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.

Although I might have anticipated what must be inside, it didn't stop the gasp of surprise that escaped me when I saw the sparkling ring glaring up at me under the lights, no word could possibly describe the emotions threatening to choke me up. My mind flashed back to that day at the bookshop, I thought he had only been joking about it. When I looked up, I found his gaze on me, he looked as though he was also struck by some memory. "Do you remember the last time I gave you something like this? " He whispered, his eyes seemed distant even though he was staring at me. I swallowed down to ease the lump in my clogged up throat. "I remember " There's no way I would ever forget that, it had been t

“These are amazing! The best Christmas present ever!” I smile as he embraces her and as she beams, proud of the gifts her aunt has most likely helped her buy. He proceeds to open his other gifts; a Shiatsu back, neck and shoulder massager from his mother, a Bluetooth smart pen and notebook set from Paris, a wireless charging pad and organizer from Kennedy, and a Ralph Lauren messenger bag from Reagan. I see he has deliberately left my gift for last, and his brows raise when he unwraps my gift. “There Was a Country ,” he calls out the name of the Chinua Achebe book I found in Waterstone the day before. I’d been so excited seeing it and had bought it without a second thought, certain at the ti

To the perfection of a human reading this, Hi, It’s Narnia’s Fifth Resident. The author. Not Callisto*, the Narnian Resident, fifth one to be exact. If you are reading this, that means that you’ve reached the end of Callisto’s Gift! CONGRATULATIONS and thank you soooo much. Words honestly can’t explain how happy I become when I see even one new read on any of the chapters. It gives me the encouragement to keep going and keep writing. It may not mean much to you, but it means the world to me.

"Lauren, look at him! He's a delivery guy! How could he possibly get a real antique?!" Lauren couldn't believe it either, but she trusted her eyes. "I'm not mistaken. I've rarely seen pieces this fine, even in my father's collection. It's the real deal." A heavy silence fell over the entire crowd. As everyone stared at me in shock, Yuri suddenly chuckled cockily. "Lauren, he's got you fooled! I bet he's a thief! "If his family had any real wealth, would he show up on a junk motorcycle? I know exactly what happened. He must've stolen the porcelain from some rich family while delivering food. Giving it to you as a 'betrothal gift' is just to cover up the crime!"

"What's truly a shame is that such a wonderful man ended up with such a terrible wife. If you ask me, Edwin belongs with Esme. They're the perfect match." Esme blushed, nudging Mom shyly before sneaking a glance at Edwin. He lowered his head and sipped his wine. He neither refuted nor agreed. But his answer came during the gift exchange. He presented Esme with a ruby necklace. It wasn't just any necklace. It was his late mother's heirloom. He had told me about it, promising that he would personally place it around my neck on our fifth wedding anniversary. Now, he was placing it around Esme's neck. I watched without a trace of emotion, my heart completely hollow.

I had gifted that to him on his last birthday that we had spent together. He had still preserved it and probably was looking at it and remembering what I had done to him. “Garron, I-” Author's note: Hey guys, Did you see that coming? I hope it was a bit of a surprising twist. More would follow soon. This book is participating in a contest and it would be really great if you could leave gems and reviews if you love the story. Thank you in advance!!

A first aid kit from Derek that made everyone laugh because of course Derek would give something practical, but I loved it. A book on meditation and mindfulness from Orion with a note that said he thought it might help me find balance. Each gift made my chest feel tighter and my eyes burn more. I hadn't expected any of this, hadn't thought I deserved any of this, but they'd all come together to show me I was wrong. Tristan hasn't gifted me anything, wasn't he going to? "There's one more," Tristan said after I'd opened everything on the table. "But you have to come outside to see it."