Blue Lock Gift Novels & Stories

Gifts again? Ethan's face is entirely black at the moment. Mr. Randy Cloud has given his wife three gifts so far. He was about to say no, but the little woman in his arms suddenly returned to full of energy. She was so excited that she took the box from Randy's hand and said, "Hurry up! Let me see, what kind of magic thing this time?" The first time is the white jade cream that can produce skin and snow. The second time is the super bulletproof vest with soft gold armor. What is it this time?

Liza returned, struggling under the weight of several packages. She set them down on the coffee table with a huff, wiping the sweat from her brow. Blake’s expression shifted instantly. His sharp gaze locked onto the familiar wrapping, the distinctive embossed logos, and the handwritten foreign addresses. His jaw tightened. “Grandma, these are the gifts I sent to Eva,” he said coldly, stepping forward. “Why are you with them?” Liza froze for only a heartbeat before forcing a casual laugh. “Oh, these? I just… helped her keep them safe. You know how deliveries can be—sometimes they end up at the wrong address.”

But his expression was stoic. He looked furious. Then again, when was Liam Black not? He walked toward me, one hand casually in his pocket, the other holding a matte black gift box tied with a silver ribbon. “For yesterday,” he said curtly, holding it out. I blinked. “Excuse me?” “A gift,” he repeated, his voice cool. “Apology, if you want to call it that.” I stared at the box, unmoving. “It's really not necessary,” I said quietly.

And besides you didn't do anything Derek : I would have, if Belinda didn't intervene Blue : ohhh, well thank goodness she did Derek : so are we good now? Blue : yes Derek : do me a favor Blue : okay Derek : close your eyes Blue : huh? Derek : just do it She obediently did so Derek : open.......... TADAAA! Blue : jeez! Sir Derek Derek : do you like it Blue : I love it Derek : I knew the blue maid with the blue eyes will like the blue flowers Blue smiled Blue : are they from your garden? Derek : yes. I always have bluebells in my garden

But this one seemed too big to have something like a ring in it. Cautiously, I reached for it, but he jerked it back and shook his head. "A kiss, and then you get your present." "Oh, so I have to pay for my own gift?" "Yup." He leaned down, brushing a kiss across my lips. "Okay, your debt's paid. Open your gift." Tentatively, I pulled it from his hand and slowly lifted the lid on the black box. Inside was another box, this one blue. Tiffany blue.

We were still talking when she walked in, and the servants followed her with gift bags. I ordered them before as my birthday gift to them; good thing I didn't talk about it till now. The gifts had three labels: blue, pink, and white. The white gift wrap contains gifts for the guys; the pink is for the ladies; and the blue is for any of them who want to be neutral (male and female). I called their attention and apologized for my behavior earlier. I shared the gift, making sure that everyone got theirs. I told them that I would be retiring to my room with my mate since I was exhausted, and I permitted them to stay if they wanted to.

Paul replied. "I do! I want it!" Silas immediately hugged the fishing rod and its packaging box in his arms, like a mother hen guarding her chicks. "Once a gift is given, it belongs to the recipient. No takebacks allowed!" Meanwhile, Sandy had unwrapped her package. "Wow! An Hermès scarf!" She held it up and admired it from every angle. Her eyes lit up with delight. Bryan's eyes sparkled. "I've got Bose's latest noise-canceling Bluetooth headphones."

Always moving forward. I send a gift. A small watercolor painting of the Amalfi Coast from a local artist. And a note. You deserve white if you want white. You deserve everything. But blue sounds perfect. Blue is healing. Blue is honest. Blue is new beginnings. Congratulations on yours. The seventh postcard arrives in March. Their wedding photo. Layla in a blue dress. Smiling. Really smiling. Not performing. Just happy.

If it weren't just a premonition of a bora that will soon shake our house? "Thank you, man," Blake speaks as he puts a beautiful watch on his wrist, so he got up and hugged Dale briefly, Victor jumped up delighted with the cuffs and he embraced Dale. "Come on, open your present too." Blake reminded me of the box I held in my lap, so I turned gently looked from the three of them, and set off to open the gift. A beautiful heart-shaped medallion on a silver chain comes to mind palm and touches me deeply. Dale seemed to know. I get up and hug him strongly, while tears stand in my throat.

It's a big blue cake, everyone stood around me and sang for me, I blew the candles, and made a big wish. "Now the gifts! Open mine! Open mine!" Izzy jumps giving me the big box that's hers, I opened it, it's a big dollhouse, with many dolls in it, I love it, I jumped and hugged my friend thanking her for it. Next was my friend's gifts, they got me toys, and clothes, things I really love, turn out my favourite colour is blue, just like my blue teddy bear that now have a lot of friends. The final gift was the one from daddy, my real daddy, uncle Luca said he wants to keep his gift for last.