The Last Gift Novel Novels & Stories

"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.

She thought about three new gifts in a world where gifts had been dying for decades. She thought: this is why. Not instead of the cost. Alongside it. Both things, always both things, and the job of carrying them without letting either one erase the other. She cried for a while. She let herself do that completely. Then she folded the message and put it with the other things she kept—the journals, the letter from Lena's first formal correspondence, the piece of pressed flower from the homestead chest—and she went to find Cain and tell him about the three new gifts.

Why hide it? I put the gift away, invited them inside, and set out the cake and snacks I had prepared. As Kian walked through the doorway, he deliberately brushed past me from behind. His massive size slid across the curve of my hips. Even through our clothes, I could feel the heat and the shocking hardness. I couldn't help shuddering, my breath catching all at once. The living room was plenty big. Did he really have to walk that close behind me on purpose? My legs went weak on their own. I almost couldn't stay standing.

Even less could I have imagined that the woman I had loved with my entire soul had never deserved to be called human. My trembling hand reached for the office door handle. But at the very last second, all my strength drained away. Now that I already knew every answer, what was left to ask? Besides, the people inside were faces I never wanted to see again for the rest of my life. Ultimately, I let go of the handle, dragged my suitcase behind me, and turned to leave the office building. After reaching downstairs, I was still worrying about missing the last bus when someone suddenly called out to me from behind.

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

It was a first-edition set of Jane Eyre! How did Sebastian get this? The last one was sold privately at an auction years ago. Gingerly taking the first book out, I open it and smell the lovely scent of a well-read book. This was the best gift I could ever have received, and I wasn’t even here to receive it. How would I ever repay Sebastian for this? These books were invaluable to me, and it meant so much that he went to such lengths to get them for me. Swallowing my ego, I walk out of my room and head to his. I needed to thank him for this precious gift in person. A text just wouldn’t do. Not that I have a phone yet, shoot, I need to get on that soon.

Thank you for another gift. I loved the last one. Your worst enemy. >

"He is dead." Grace stared at her, not believing what she heard. "He gave me a photo of you, that has an address on it and told me to find you." she paused before bringing out a handwritten letter that was written by her Papa for her mother. In it were his last words and he asked her to give it to her mother. "he said I should hand this to you." Grace Luther read through the letter with a frown; Dear, Gracey.

I thought they said she does not remember things well, I can't even remember the exact book I was reading for her then. "No, I don't, do you? " I smile as I watch her lips curve into a wonderful smile. "Yeah, it's titled Help me escape. Have you forgotten?" "Oh, ma'am you still even remember the name of the book" I read that book for her all over again, she was so happy. By the time we were done, it was late in the Night. I had to call Leo to tell him where I was. Which he cared less about. When I was going, she gave me the book as her last gift on heart, then went to bed. I never knew that was the last time I would see her, she passed away overnight.

I'm going to tell Mom and Dad you've been picking on me! [Viola, are you dead out there? Actually, it's better this way. I took the only thing that could have saved you—the Miracle Elixir. Now, death is your only choice! Just die already, it's better this way!] Dozens of venomous curses followed—each one so vicious that even the officers who had followed us fell into stunned silence. "Did... Jane sent these?" Charlie's hands trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't believe what he was reading, and the realization hit him like a physical blow—he was one of the people who had contributed to his daughter's death!