Novel & Cerita The Last Gift Novel

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.”

“You’re brutal. Correct, but brutal.” By 4:00 PM, the gifts had escalated to the absurd. A first edition of The Great Gatsby—because I had once mentioned I liked the tragedy of it. A set of Japanese calligraphy pens—because I liked to doodle on my scripts. A box of pastries from a bakery in Paris—flown in fresh that morning. “Okay, the croissants stay,” Katherine declared, shielding the pastry box with her body. “I have moral boundaries, and wasting French butter crosses them.”

He doesn't see you. ___________ The gift exchange happened in the private drawing room after the guests had left. It was just the four of them. The fire was crackling, and the tree was lit, but the room felt drafty. Desmond went first. He gave Cassandra a deed to a vacation home in the Cotswolds. He gave Damian a set of antique dueling pistols—"For the man who has everything," Desmond joked with a hearty, hollow laugh. He gave Aria a check for five hundred dollars.