The Last Gift Novel Novels & Stories

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.

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

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.”

Tears filled her eyes. Her father. Her father's handwriting. "No." Victor nodded. "He left it for you." Emma couldn't stop crying. All these years. All these years, her father had left her a message. And she never knew. Noah gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Emma." But she barely heard him. Her eyes remained fixed on the envelope. The final gift from her father. Slowly— Carefully— She opened it. The room became silent. Everyone watched. Emma unfolded the letter.

Mama Sarah smiled, “don't be troubled child, the worth of a gift isn't in the price tag, but the heart that gave” Mora reluctantly let go, Mama Sarah walked to the podium to present her gift, Pretty seeing her approaching, she frowned “this woman again” she mumbled. Mayor Lycan overheard her “is anything the problem?” he asked, she shook her head and forced a smile, “nothing.” Mama Sarah brought the gift, in a wooden box, that has aged a lot, Pretty glared at her “congratulations Mayor Lycan and Pretty, my daughter-in-law” she said with a wide smile.

"Elara." I had not bought anyone a gift in years, not since before Darkhowl, not since the version of my life that existed before I became the person I currently was, and the strangeness of holding something this small and this deliberate sat with me for a long while in the quiet of the dying fire.

"Once a gift is given, it belongs to the person who received it. Don't talk like that. You deserve everything." "But Noah—" "There is no taking back something I gave." He said it like that was the end of it. Like my mother's necklace, my mother's keepsake, the last physical piece of a woman who died alone in a dungeon because this pack destroyed her, was just a line item he had already settled. Amy looked up at him with such naked gratitude it made my stomach turn. He looked back at her the same way. Right there in front of me like I was furniture.

I opened all the gifts and there were thinks I really love, bracelets from Lexi, charm bracelet from Gabriel, a framed photo with all their signatures from Natasha, books from John and a New led lights speaker from Ted". "Thank you guys so much, but who gifted me the last package?". "All of us". "Why's it so big?". "Just open it already?". I opened it and I screamed making Nibs roll into a ball, it's a big box of KitKat as tears fall from my eyes. "Thank you guys, I'm so lucky to have you". "No we're lucky to have you and if you try then I'll cry".Natasha said. "Me too".Lexi said

Carson and George were the last two to submit their gifts. Carson was about to drop his present but George, who was willing to overshadow and upset Carson, slightly pushed him out of the way and presented the gift to Mr. King. Mr. King was more like an acquaintance than a friend. George purposely unwrapped the gift and showed it to Mr. King. Those around were impressed with the expensive gift. Carson rolled his eyes inwardly and gave his gift, which was unwrapped as well, but by someone else. They had never seen something so exquisite and precious.

Abby interrupts, coming out of nowhere, extends her hand, will introduce herself, “Abby.” “Jonathan.” He accepts his hand. "I know." Abby repeats, removing her hand from her. Gus approaches me from the side and whispers: “Does that mean you've already forgiven me?” I deny. “I told you it would cost you.” “He hasn't given you my gift yet,” he shares a look with my mother, “it will be the best gift in the entire universe.” “Wasn't the record case your gift?” I whisper in surprise. “Here between two, it was a bribe a… persuasive detail.”