Novel & Cerita The Last Gift Novel

The Doris in the photograph wore the same gentle smile, probably calling me an idiot. As I turned away, my hand brushed against an old wooden box on the table. Inside was something Stella had arranged to send me before her death, paying a guard a small fortune to get it delivered. It was a pair of bloodstained, gold-rimmed glasses and a note written in bold, flowing handwriting. [Mark, may you live forever in this rotten world.] I pulled out a lighter and set the paper on fire. I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me.

I said, my voice flattening. “My husband has never given me a single gift in Sixyears of being together” “It was from a secret admirer in college. Small gifts here and there. This bracelet was the last one.” I looked down at it without meaning to. “I never found out who it was. I’ve worn it every day since because it was the first gift anyone ever gave me that felt like it was actually meant for me.” I reached down to gather my bag and straightened up. “I need to go,” I said, clearing my throat. “I need to take a proper shower. It’s been a catastrophic evening.”

answered the woman and immediately handed over the repackaged gift to the owner of Gemilang Company. "Okay. Thank You." When it was time for Lastro to accompany his boss to the Jayakarta restaurant, he seemed annoyed. Even unconsciously his fingers tapped on the steering wheel. "Is there something?" asked Aiden who was uncomfortable hearing the sound of the driver's finger tapping. Lastro immediately gulped down his saliva strongly. "Look, Sir, I met Toni earlier. She's being assigned by Madam to look for gifts. I'm looking for information on who the person who will be given the gift but can't. I only know that gifts are for men, “explained Lastro.

Money was the least of it, however, the intention of the gift was what counted. He got out of bed and opened the cylindrical compartment of his desk. She came back with the red Montblanc notebook that I gave her. He handed it over to me and I found it was a little past half full. I looked for the last page and for a few seconds I doubted if reading what he wrote would make me feel better... "November 28

When the storm came in my previous life, she and her entire family took over my home, drove my family out into the icy darkness, and left us to die. Maybe my expression had turned too dark; Jasmine shrank back a little. "Why are you looking at me like that? What kind of a decent girl gets married without proper terms?" 'What kind of a decent girl asks for a hundred thousand dollars? You're also carrying another man's baby.' I kept that part to myself. The pain from my last moments before death flashed through my mind. Suddenly, an idea formed. "Of course, you should have it. Absolutely. And forget three days. Let's talk tomorrow."

“You’re a good woman, Evelyn.” “Any man would want you, but I’m not that man anymore.” I know eight years is a very long time, and I’ve wasted your time. I know this will be very hard for you, but you have to accept it. You deserve better." He slid the paper across the tablecloth. It moved with a terrifying finality, stopping just inches from my water glass. "Here," he said, his voice devoid of the warmth that had greeted me when I came in. "This is a cheque of ten thousand dollars. Use it to start a new life for yourself."

"I know it's not much compared to everything you've done, but I wanted you to know how much I appreciate all of you." Danika grabbed her bag first, pulling out the tissue paper to reveal a limited edition designer handbag she had been eyeing for months but claimed was too impractical to actually purchase. "Chelley, no!" she gasped. "This is too expensive!" "You're worth it," I replied simply. Luther opened his gift next, finding a vintage watch. "Mrs. Hunt, you shouldn't have." he smiled, clearly touched. Dorian was last, unwrapping a first edition book from his favorite author that I had tracked down through a rare book dealer.

was said in a clear tone, one that could be heard in that large and dimly lit room, since the candles had just been blown out by the breeze that was a consequence of the beginning of the ritual. "May the hourglass turn and go back, may the past overlap the present, and may death be nothing more than an empty memory that once made this afflicted soul" continued, causing a thundering wave of spiraling wind to surge, blowing everything away, except the two bodies that were there. "The second chance is a gift that now and blood, that I Audra Cianci grant you, along with all those who before me have been here" the symbols that were once drawn, began to glow in a shade of gold that could blind, on

“The gift was given to Grandma and she likes it.” No one dared say another word. Lucien looked toward Evelyn, and she nearly cowered under his stare. Everyone knew she was outspoken, but only Lucien could straighten her up. Gwen looked like she still had more cards to play, but when she saw the cold look on Lucien’s face, she fell silent. She knew when to stop. The matter of the gift was finally settled. The elderly collector smiled faintly. “Young lady, you have quite an eye.” He looked toward Nova with renewed curiosity. “If only I could meet the person who gifted this to you. I would have loved to share insights with them.”

“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