Novel & Cerita The Last Gift Novel

Each gift arrived with a small note stuck to the back. “Five more days until we remarry.” “Four more days until we remarry.” “Three more days until we remarry.” The second to last gift was a diamond watch that had appeared in one of Austin’s posts, engraved with the words “Love of My Life.” The moment I saw it, I had a feeling it had been meant for someone else. I was right. At the last exhibition I held before leaving the country, Austin pushed through the crowd and stormed onto the stage in front of all the press.

I hugged them all and stopped J, I hugged them tight and with so much gratitude in my voice… “Thank you J, you have helped me to see my beauty again. Words can not express the gratitude I have for you and your team.” J smiled and replied “Bitch your gorgeous, you just need a little help remembering. And I’m definitely going to take you up on a place to stay while in Boston…” they turned and started walking away, calling over there shoulder “The master isn’t done with their muse!”

Gavin was eating it up. "In the end, it's about vision," he said, arms wide like he was on a TED Talk. "I gave you a little gift, you blew up, and now—look at you." He motioned to the sharp suits and the massive summit logo behind him. "This? This is the world you SHOULD'VE reached for. But no—you let your jealousy spiral. You had the winning hand, Vera. And you still lost." I met his eyes, ice cold. "You done? Good. Move."

We went to my parents' for dinner that night. Only then did I realize it was our birthday. Dante had ordered the cake. "Two birthdays, one cake. Efficient." It was beautiful. Layers of cream and fruit. Mango. Grace's favorite. I was allergic to mangoes. Nobody noticed. Dante lit the candles and put the crown on Grace's head. "Grace. Make a wish." I stared at the cake. The crown. His patient smile. "Dante." He glanced at me. "Every gift you ever gave us came in two. Except the cake. Why am I always last?"

I can close my eyes and tell which one of my kids are my favourite even though Aurora isn’t my blood I would always choose her over everything and everyone. Am glad that I listened to that man and took another way which lead me to aurora and am grateful for him for guiding me to my heart. Working with criminals and masterminds for years I lost the soft side of my heart which she brought it alive. Her green eyes and platinum blonde hair with tanned skin she looked like a porcelain doll, I still fear what would have happened if I didn’t take her home with me that night, am glad I did.

he whispered toward the entryway. Damien didn't answer his question. Instead, a single, chilling sentence pierced the closed door. "I know you're in there." A long, agonizing pause followed before Damien added, "Walk away now... or this becomes your last assignment." The lock clicked, but it wasn't Damien forcing his way in from the outside. The stranger inside had made his choice. Elena heard the sudden, desperate rush of his boots toward the back window. The glass shattered with a deafening crash, followed by the heavy thud of a body landing hard in the muddy alleyway below.

The moment her fingers touched it, the Scholar Gift sank into her skin like liquid moonlight. Lydia gasped. Then she laughed. "It's mine," she whispered. She looked at me with the same smile she had worn on the day she killed me. "This time, Sister, I'll be the genius. I'll be the one they praise. I'll be the one Adrian Blackthorne follows." The man did not stop her. He only smiled a little more softly. "Then the remaining gift is yours," he said to me. The crimson light drifted toward my chest. The Glamour Gift settled inside me, warm and dangerous.

he asked, Nigel grinned. “Scout’s honor.” Killian collected the gift and handed it to me. “Go on,” I turned to Grandma. “What new drama is this?” Lovie snapped. “Don’t fall for this act, Grandma and the box is so small, who knows what cheap gift they got!” I reached back, taking Killian’s hand before walking forward with him. I offered Grandma the gift. I had no clue what was in it. But I just knew that it would be okay.

"The night you snuck out of my house... you dropped it." I froze, staring down at the small token in my palm. "This... this was my mother's last gift to me before she passed. I thought I lost it forever." I looked up into his eyes, my heart swelling. "Thank you so much for keeping it safe." Kingsley didn't say anything, but the softness in his eyes spoke volumes. He reached down, wrapping his hands around my shoulders. We stayed like that for a long, quiet moment—until the door clicked and swung open.

Then, there was the fourth, the fifth… Everett had selected every gift with great effort. They were not only valuable, but they also represented his strongest feelings and unspeakable thoughts. He wanted to secure her by his side so that she would never leave him. By the time he almost presented all the gifts before Ninian, her vision was already blurry, and her face was full of tears. Time slowly passed, and each second was long, meaningful, and unforgettable. Finally, Everett opened the last gift. The box was mostly empty. It only held a piece of card.