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“I know you’re bribing me. I’m paying it back to be your fake girlfriend, you hot tease.” He laughs. He gave me five books—all of them are from the NYT bestsellers. “Wow! You really pampered me. I can get used to this, you know.” “Wait. What is this?” I look at the coupon in my hand. “I thought you might want to buy something, so, that’s part of m gift.” I hand it back to him, but he pushes my hand back. “That’s yours, princess. I thought you might wanna buy books or school supplies.”

"Okay, look. This is a small affair and your mom went to a lot of trouble. If you smile and behave, I won't withhold your gift." His eyes narrowed. "Are you my present? Naked in my bed with a giant bow? Otherwise, it might not be worth it." Gah, this man. She reached in the backseat and snatched the package holding his custom-made book. Inside were pictures of people he'd helped with his charity, along with personalized signed notes thanking him. She held up the blue-wrapped box with a green bow. He glanced at the gift, then her. "You won't fit in there."

Marcus replied. “Well then, it’s a good thing it there now.” I added. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope. Vesta Word of another gift from Lucius got to me. “It’s from someone special.” Tony said. I followed Tony this time to receive the gift. I had it in mind to tell the guards to warn Lucius to desist from sending me gifts daily. But there was something about today’s gift that got me mellow. I took the gift, I expected the usuals, some extravagant jewel or expensive trinket. Instead, my breath caught in my throat. Inside, rested amongst layers of soft velvet, lay a single, worn leather-bound book.

“The knot comes undone and pulls the paper with it.” I followed her instructions and tugged. The wrapping fell away, revealing the gift. It was a beautiful, leather bound book with creamy, hand made paper pages. The leather was stamped with my name, and the symbol used to denote a healer. There was also a small box containing a beautiful calligraphy pen, with several small bottles of ink in vibrant colors. It was a magnificent gift, a healer's journal. It was something I was meant to fill with my observations and techniques. Something I would lend to other healers, and leave to my protege, perhaps, or donate to a pack library.

“You got me art supplies?” “Well technically Geoffrey picked the sketchbook.” “And Jeremiah spent fifteen minutes arguing with the cashier about pencils,” Geoffrey added dryly. “She lacked artistic vision.” Jeremiah added, “She worked at a bookstore.” He chipped in. “She still judged me.” I looked back down at the sketchbook carefully. It was beautiful. It was a simple black leather cover that had soft pages and good quality too but it looked way too expensive for casual gifts. “You didn’t have to do this,” I said quietly.

he added, tone shifting so subtly she almost missed it, “that only covers one favor.” She blinked. “What?” “The dress.” He set the coffee cup down gently. “The other gift—the bookmark—that’s separate.” “Separate?” she echoed, eyes widening. He nodded, completely composed. “Naturally.” For a moment, Isabelle could only stare. Who was being so difficult just now and refusing to be treated to a meal? He was actually demanding another one? “Wait, Mr. Thorne, you just said you don’t like transactional gratitude!” “I don’t,” he said evenly, folding his newspaper. “But you do. I’m only respecting your principles.”

The Story Then came the gifts. I sat surrounded by tissue paper and ribbons, opening box after box of tiny clothes, soft blankets, and high-tech baby gear. "This is from me," Noah said, handing me a flat, rectangular package wrapped in gold paper. The room went quiet. Everyone wanted to see what the billionaire CEO bought his pregnant wife. Diamonds? A pony? Shares in the company? I tore the paper carefully. It was a book. It wasn't a published book. It was leather-bound, hand-stitched. The cover was embossed with gold letters: The Girl Who Built Worlds.

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My fingers haven’t even touched the topmost book, when he screams, “No! Don’t touch those!” I freeze. “But these are gifts for me…” His hold on me tightens all the more, and it starts to feel uncomfortable. “If its books you want, I can give you more! A roomful of books back in Pitchford! It might not be limited editions but—”

Aaron loved it and wore it immediately, he thanked me with a knees wobbling kiss. For Peyton I gave her new glasses and a brand new signed copy of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. I've heard her grumbling about how she had not gotten an original copy of the book. This once belonged to my father and it was sighed by another best selling author. Since I'm not one for books, I gave to her and she loved it. For My mom, I gave her a new cook book with different cuisines from different cultures. And for Jesse I gave him new shoes, good shoes take people to good places. I wish the best for my Chimpanzee. Surprisingly he loved it too.