Booktok Gifts Novels & Stories

“But I hear this is a great investment.” I open it and find a certificate: 2,000 bitcoin. My eyes widen. On the back, I find Apple stock information too. I hadn’t heard of bitcoin much, but this? This is so my kind of gift. “I love it, Matt! Thank you! I can’t wait to read all about it.” Ben hands me a card next. Inside are vouchers for Louis Vuitton, Prada, Balenciaga, Balmain, and Christian Louboutin.

Bentley I pondered for a long time on whether or not I should even wrap the gift. It’s just a book, really, but a gift deserves a presentation. I pulled it from behind my back and handed it to her. I watched her brows furrow, a small flicker of disappointment crossing her features—I did say it was a "big" gift, after all, and this was just a thin, rectangular object.

Phoebe whimpered within me, longing for something I wasn't sure I could define. I'd brought Winter Moon Festival gifts for everyone – small tokens I'd selected carefully over the past month. From my bag (which Sylvan had finally returned), I distributed them one by one. A silver-lined bookmark for Jonathan. Herb-infused bath salts for Elizabeth. A specially formulated healing tonic for Elder Margaret. When I reached William, I handed him a gold wolf-tooth pen I'd found at the Silver Moon Mall. "For signing those important pack alliance documents," I explained. "Thank you," he said, examining it with appreciation. "This is excellent craftsmanship."

“It's the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given to me. Thank you.” “You're welcome,” Blake said. She brushed her lips against his, then took a small gift wrapped in red paper and gave it to Blake. “I saw this in an antique shop…” Nicola murmured, happy and nervous at the same time. He opened it and held his breath. It was a first edition of ‘A Christmas Carol’ by Charles Dickens. “How did you know?” Blake asked, totally bemused. “I saw the collection in your office… And you referred to yourself as Scrooge, so…”

She rolled her eyes as presents were continually passed out. After that first round, basically it became a free-for-all. They each gathered their own presents and tore into them. He opened them one at a time and did his best to thank the giver in the midst of the maelstrom of flying paper, ribbons, and bows. Eliza had given him a titanium watch made by Movado while her parents had given him a leather jacket. It was a distressed blackish gray and when he lifted it out to examine it further, he saw that the tag said Michael Kors. Whoever that is… he thought to himself. Svetlana and her father had given him four tickets to a Mat Kearney concert in DC, Christian had bought him a few books about

Each gift includes a personalized note from him saying things like ‘sorry I’m not with you right now’, ‘I cherish every moment we share’, ‘You make me happy,’ and even one that says, ‘Don’t worry I’ll tip the delivery guy because I know you traumatized him. I smile and laugh at each one, however, what actually brings a gasp from me is the collection of new books from my favorite author that haven’t been officially published yet, personally gifting the first edition of the books to me as well as a note telling me I’d become a renowned chef, but I also had the potential to become a greater writer than she could ever be.

“I’ll decide what to do with it later.” She hesitates. “Do you want me to block future deliveries?” I pause. Do I? Part of me wants to shut this down before it becomes a pattern. Another part of me calmer, colder, stronger refuses to react impulsively. “No,” I say quietly. “Let them come.” If Kael wants to make noise in my life again, I won’t flinch. By evening, the third gift arrives. A limited-edition fountain pen. Handcrafted leather documents. A vintage book I once mentioned loving years ago.

“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.”

locate the new book, and send your votes there. As for the gifts, the top-up gifts, like bouquets, coffee, cake, etc., are linked to the new book version. So, you can send top-up gifts to the old version, and I'll still get it. However, coin gifts can only be given to the new version. As to why? I don't have the answer to it. It's a programming thing. For questions or concerns, please find me on social and send me a DM. Thank you, LiLhyz

“These are amazing! The best Christmas present ever!” I smile as he embraces her and as she beams, proud of the gifts her aunt has most likely helped her buy. He proceeds to open his other gifts; a Shiatsu back, neck and shoulder massager from his mother, a Bluetooth smart pen and notebook set from Paris, a wireless charging pad and organizer from Kennedy, and a Ralph Lauren messenger bag from Reagan. I see he has deliberately left my gift for last, and his brows raise when he unwraps my gift. “There Was a Country ,” he calls out the name of the Chinua Achebe book I found in Waterstone the day before. I’d been so excited seeing it and had bought it without a second thought, certain at the ti