The Peerless Man With A Thousand Gifts Novels & Stories

Everything was like that, wasn’t it? Her eyes were bright again, she ate well, and she smiled again. It was beautiful to see how Mila crawled back out of her shell, and it was wonderful to know that I had helped her. She had done so much for me in my difficult times, it was great to be able to return the favor. But this wasn’t about owing her something. I had wanted to do this for her because it was Mila Castle, the only woman I had ever loved.

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.

I sprinted towards Denver’s door which was at the far end of the hallway. Reaching the door, I wasted no time in yanking it open. “Poison… don’t eat, your food…. I sputtered trying to catch my breath with tears streaming down my face. “Calm down butterfly, I know”. He answered calmly. I didn’t have time to react to the pet name. I looked at him with disbelief and confusion. Taking my silence as confusion, he continued “ I have a lot of enemies Mia. I’m a blind billionaire, do you for once think I will go a day without being protected?”

"You see, Mitchell, my gift to you is my heart. It is a promise to cherish you, to support you, and to always be there for you. It is a commitment to our journey together, through the ups and downs, the joys and challenges." Mitchell's heart skipped a beat as she absorbed Mr Robert's words. The realization washed over her, filling her with a sense of warmth and gratitude. She wanted to talk more but words couldn't form from her lips. The sound of "wao" filled the air as they blended it with applauses. Mr Robert continued to fixed his gaze on Mitchell not minding if everyone was present. "This is my gift for you my dearest Mitchell" he said as he unwrapped a parel.

She had pinned her dark hair up, exposing the graceful line of her neck where my diamond necklace rested against her skin—a Christmas gift that had made her gasp when she had opened it. Mine. The thought settled in my chest, possessive and warm. "Castello," Julian Blackwood appeared at my side, uninvited and unwelcome. "Magnificent party, isn't it?" I didn't look at him, keeping my gaze fixed on Lauren as she sipped champagne near the orchestra. "What do you want, Julian?" He chuckled, swirling his drink. "Can't I simply congratulate a fellow businessman on his exquisite taste?" His eyes followed my line of sight to Lauren. "In all things."