The Last Gift Novel Novels & Stories

“Maisie, she put so much thought into that gift! How heartless can you be to ignore her like that?” “I seriously misjudged you. In that case, we won’t give you any gifts either.” Left with no choice, I said I appreciated both the gift and her intentions, but I was already wearing a necklace. Zoe’s eyes reddened. “The one I'm giving you is more expensive than that. Doesn’t it deserve a place around your neck?” Just then, Miles Gray's rough voice came from downstairs. “Maisie! C-Come down!” It was my brother.

What if technologies have to be questioned once? What will be the cost? What? Her mom also gifted her a beautiful handmaid beautiful Mermaid gown. Her best friends also gifted her gifts based on her preference and so on... In total, Jemmy got so many luxurious gifts that she won't be able to use up in ten years. That's how many gifts she got. [ A/N: Lucky Jemmy. If you noticed, I left a hint somewhere near the end of the chapter. What do you think Guys? Were you guys able to decode those messages?]

Adam said and smiled She handed him the gift and spoke: - I would like you to open my present now, and I would like you to tell me what you think about it and if you like it. - Now? Adam asked and continued:- Can't it be later? - I would like for you to open it now, please, Alice said. - Okay, sweetie pie. Adam said and unwrapped the gift. He was dumbfounded, unable to believe what he was seeing. Her gift left him speechless, it was the most wonderful thing he had ever received, he was a collector of old books, and this was a big deal for him because his mate had bought him the gift he always wanted.

Gift? Amelia felt nothing but irony. In her last life, she had painstakingly prepared a painting of the Endless Rivers and Mountains, a prized piece from her mother's private collection. Richard had dismissed it outright, even openly questioning its authenticity. Now, she would rather burn it than present it as a gift to Richard. Nicole had given Richard an extravagant gift. Anyone following her would inevitably be outshone. Lucia was clearly trying to make things difficult, as if she couldn't wait to throw Amelia out on the spot.

"I'm Gwendolyn Falsimmo, and my gift is a pair of pearls. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." "I'm Sinistra Clancy, from Silverton's Ivy Commerce. My gift is a McLaren. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." "I'm Mirabel Constance, and my gift is an ancient recipe. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." … The gifts quickly turned into a sizable pile.

He would always find some way to patch things up after, never believing our love could actually be in trouble. After all, each time he used one of those cards, he would follow it up with a gift as if that made everything okay. He thought it was compensation, a prize for my silence. With that in mind, he opened my jewelry box. Inside, everything he had ever given me was still there, untouched. Rows of the same fancy bracelets, makeup still in its packaging. He thought about the gifts for Janet, how he had known exactly which designer bags she liked. He had gone ahead and ordered every new model for her, sending them all to her doorstep.

Gift seventeen. I didn’t speak. I’d been mute for a while now, I couldn’t speak. He kept going, bespoke London trench coat tailored for me. Gift eighteen. A private beach dinner lit by lanterns, fire dancers performing for me. I danced with me, Crest kept laughing, filming the entire thing. Gift nineteen. A sapphire birthstone ring, elegant, breathtaking. Gift twenty. He slid it onto my finger, kissed my knuckle slowly. I shivered. Back in the villa, he handed me a beautiful leather journal embossed with my initials. Gift twenty one.

Tia turns, and I watch Miles hand my sister a small stone figure. I squint suspiciously. “What is it?” “A vendor we passed on our travels across the country for this book tour said it was for home blessings. We were bringing it back to the pack, but let's call this our parting gift instead. This will be the last time we see one another.” “Good. Now take my leftovers,” I point to Miles with a sneer. “And get out.” “Goodbye, Hilary. May you get what it is you truly deserve.”

Carl picked up the last gift and was about to open it, but Art promptly stopped him. "Why?" He laughed awkwardly, "After seeing Klaver’s gift, I’d rather you guys just open that in your own home. It’s underwhelming." "It’s the thought that counts." Carl said and untied the ribbon from the gift. It was a thriller novel from a famous author that they had talked about last time. He was so busy that he had already forgotten to purchase it. Carl smiled widely, "You remember. I haven’t read it yet. Thanks."

The same person who gave her restless nights with his letters was standing on the stage as the famous Ethan Cephas. This didn't make sense at all. How and what was she going to do now? He invited her to this gala, for what? To show her he's alive after killing her mum, after giving her sleepless nights with his letters? He invited her to show himself and he even made her sit at the VIP seat so she could see everything about him. All the emotions and hatred Elle bottled up at the back of her brain came resurfacing as anger made its way to the surface. She abruptly stood up and took her bag and left the hall.