The Peerless Man With A Thousand Gifts Novels & Stories

I walked in alone, the man that had accompanied me walked away. “You are finally awake pretty face.” Diego said, he was sitting on a throne-like chair, his chest and abs fully exposed from his expensive-looking jacket. I swallowed hard, How can someone so wicked look so hot? “I have a gift for you, something to solidify our newly formed friendship, Let’s call it a piece offering, I promise you will love it.” He said with a smile as he beckoned on a man to come closer. The man was holding on to a diamond encrusted case, the case was huge but still small enough to be carried by one person.

Even though Isaiah is someone who has always kept his word, I can’t trust a man after what that man did to me. “Please…It’s nothing. Just a gift from a friend to a friend,” he insists. “Friends don’t get each other gifts that cost over five grand. This is crazy,” I retorted, shaking my head. “This friend does. Come on.” He extended his hand to me as I inhaled sharply. He intently gazed at me, waiting for me to respond. My eyes dropped to his hand, then back up at him. “Fine. I will take them,” I say, and he nods, a smirk on his face as he steps closer, coming to help me put them on. He stands so close to me that I can feel the warmth of his body against mine.

The man in the suit steps forward with his arm stretched out, but I shake my head, skipping the pleasantries. As the man begins his rituals, snapping his fingers and all, I take a seat at the back, watching the entire thing unfold. “When I snap my fingers twice, you’ll tell me everything about you.” Snap. Snap. The room falls strangely quiet, and the man’s breathing slows, and when he speaks, it doesn’t sound like someone answering a question. It sounds like someone dreaming aloud. The guy goes on about his family background and how life was with his little family of four. His parents died of illnesses years apart and it was just him and his brother.

Just as I was about to speak, my words were cut off by a bald-headed man. “It’s time for the presentation of gifts!” he announced to the pack and some applauded. The first to walk forward was a beautiful woman with brown hair she’d done up in a Viking-inspired braid. “Adornment for the new bride,” she said, presenting a box filled with gold jewelry, “Like gold, may you never lose your shine.” “Thank you.” I said to her and she nodded, placing the box down at my feet, before walking down the steps. The next was a man, so tall I was forced to strain my neck to meet his gaze. “For the new bride, a bow designed to never miss its target.” He placed the gift at my feet.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world. You're my wife and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." "That's right! Your reward is getting to invest in my latest project," Audrey said brightly, releasing her grip. I looked up at her. Behind her, the ocean waves crashed against the shoreline, and the warm afternoon sun cast a beautiful glow across her rosy cheeks. I set my phone down and finally said goodbye to the past. "Sure. My money is all yours, honey."

​With a swift, possessive movement, he snatched the ribbon from her. ​"This is garbage," he sneered, his fingers brushing against hers, leaving a trail of icy coldness on her skin. ​"If you require gifts, you need only ask. ​You do not need to seek them from scavengers who lack the stature to even approach you." ​The next day, the manor was flooded. ​A long line of carriages arrived, laden with crates of gifts that seemed to pour into the foyer. ​There were rare sapphires from the north, books bound in gold and velvet, and gowns that looked as though they had been woven from starlight and moonlight.

The owner of the auction house said cautiously. Jonathan smiled, “This is a gift for someone I admire. She is an amazing person, and she fulfills every role perfectly. This necklace is a humble token of appreciation for someone so dazzling that she will grace this elegant necklace.” The entire venue gasped at his words. ‘20 billion dollars for a humble gift?’ ‘Who is the lucky lady?’ ‘Is he into someone?’ ‘Where can I find a man like President Smith?’ ‘I am so jealous!’ ‘I have never seen anyone showing off humbleness with 20 billion dollars.’

Pepe answered mysteriously and after that, his steps continued to bridge the gap between him and his purpose. Behind him, Thomas could only pause as his interest was piqued by his son’s words. "Young man, my gift is on the hands of its rightful owner. Please let me present you with another." The fat uncle calmly maneuvered and atop his hands were magically transported a thing that was not there from a breath earlier. "A storing ring, huh?" Pepe was amused. Within a second, he reconciled the information he got from the mountains of xianxia novels he'd devoured in his past life.