Booktok Gift Novels & Stories

Freddo walked in, his school blazer soaked, clutching a heavy cream envelope in his small hand. "What’s that, baby?" I asked, kneeling to help him with his coat. "It’s an invitation," he said, his voice trembling with a rare excitement. "Read it, Mom." I took the envelope. It was light, expensive paper. I opened it, and the words jumped out at me. The International Junior Mensa Quiz. Venue: The Royal Lancaster Hotel, London. Grand Prize: Full Scholarship to Eton College & £50,000 Cash Prize. My stomach dropped.

I reached into my purse to grab my wallet when an old hand put his card down. “Use this,” His rough voice sounds like he smokes a lot of cigarettes. “Uh, thanks but I can manage,” I tell him politely. He shakes his head. “I insist on it. It’s every day you see such a young beauty like yourself buy books, most reads from their phones,” “I prefer holding my books,” He nodded. “As do I,” “Thanks,” I tell him as he walks with me to the door. “Ms. Lily, have you opened your gift?”

So please go to the front page and drop a positive review about my book. --- Thank You for Your Support I truly appreciate all the Gems you've sent—your gifts mean so much to me. Every single one helps me in the contest and encourages me to keep writing more chapters for you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 💜

I even called my assistant at one point. “What kind of gifts do children like?” There was silence on the line. Then: “What exactly are you planning sir?” “Nothing.” Another pause. “You sound stressed.” “I’m not.” “You are literally calling me at midnight asking about children’s gifts.” Fair point. Eventually I settled on books. Beautiful hardcover books about space, inventions, oceans, puzzles, machines, and random scientific things children could obsess over for weeks. Then chocolates. Expensive handmade chocolate because apparently my brain had temporarily stopped functioning properly.

The Doris in the photograph wore the same gentle smile, probably calling me an idiot. As I turned away, my hand brushed against an old wooden box on the table. Inside was something Stella had arranged to send me before her death, paying a guard a small fortune to get it delivered. It was a pair of bloodstained, gold-rimmed glasses and a note written in bold, flowing handwriting. [Mark, may you live forever in this rotten world.] I pulled out a lighter and set the paper on fire. I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me.

"Is there a library anywhere that humans can go to that umm well have books on magical gifts?" Leo raised his eyebrow at me and crossed his arms across his chest "Why do you need a library on something like that?" " My twin and I we need some information on a gift issue is all" "A gift issue? Like what you don't want it anymore? I don't think you'll find anything on returns " I scrunched my nose up at his comment "No like its broken issue" I finally looked over in his direction to see that he had moved closer to me, so I pointed at the chair across from me and he moved to it and sat down

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.

I look over to where Primus had been sitting not so long ago. What's this? Primus left something behind. A book? Was this the gift he meant to give me? It is a small thing, dainty. I cannot imagine someone as large as Primus ever reading this because how could he ever hold onto it without breaking it? It looks so precious, and fragile. Even as a child, I can't imagine he would have been small or careful enough to read it. Gently, as if lifting a rose from a vase, I pick up the blush pink volume, marveling at the delightful texture of its silk binding, the title embroidered in gold. While I might not know many words yet, I know enough that I can read the title of this book.

"Yeah, and I need to give Mark and Helen theirs. We separated, and I found Kimi, who was talking with Robert. I handed a gift to Robert. He opened it first. It was a bone mug. I signed, "What you will need a cup to drink out of today." He smiled and handed me mine. I opened it up to see it was a book, Moby Dick. "When I found out your pack in the north would whale, I knew that book would interest you." he signed. "Thank you." I mind-linked him, then I looked at Kimi, who was smiling at me. We handed each other the gifts. "Ready?" She mind-linked me. I nodded, and we tore our gifts open at the same time.

While Gift was having fun, the others felt like they would be lucky if their bodies were foundintact after everything, but one thing they knew for sure was that no matter their anger or hatred towards her, Gift was someone they should never dare to offend again. “So what is this?” She asked as she examined the small palm sized book and card. “The book contains a list of cheat codes that she thought you would need and the card is for the Italian cooking competition she mentioned on Sunday. She said that you were interested although I don't know why she would let you learn directly from him just because you liked his food. Just who are you?” Scarlet didn't try to hide her extreme dislike me we