Daryl Dixon Gift Novels & Stories

“Beg for more time, then! If you do, we’ll gladly give you two months for it!” “You’ll have time to even sell your kidneys if you want to!” “That said, I don’t think your kidneys would be worth that much anyway.” Harley had a mocking expression. After all, 1.5 million dollars wasn’t an obtainable amount for ordinary people, even if they worked their entire lives. “I don’t need two hours for that. I have a gift for Xynthia right here.” Harvey flashed them a faint smile before pulling out the gift box Dariel gave him prior to this.

Dixon stated. “Yes we do, but not from Mr. Gray. He’s always protected us against bullies,” Dylan replied. Denzel on phone said. “Alright, Mr. Gray. However, we have moved to somewhere bigger now. I will send the address right away.” “I am not promising anything, Denzel. I will try to see what I can do. However, I already have your gifts ready,” Oscar replied. He could still recall the kids expressing their desire to possess laptops, and he wanted to use the upcoming birthday to grant their desire.

Crimson asked. "Yeah, yeah of course." Alexis said nervously and removed the gown. "Secondly you Damon, you are such a great person for saving my life yesterday, so I have a gift for you." Crimson said. "A gift? For me?" Damon asked. "Of course my dear, you have done an awesome job so of course you deserve a gift." Crimson answered. He also smiled nervously and walked to her, she put her leg and he tripped and falls down, everyone laughed.

"Viola, I wanted to talk to you about something." His voice was softer this time, almost guilty. "Your sister just started her treatment, and the Miracle Elixir is affecting her emotions. Makes her feel down. To keep her spirits up and to help with her recovery, your parents suggested that she and I go through the Marking Ceremony. "They hope it'll make her feel better."

"Mr. Morrison, please take these with you." Daniel was already in his car. He politely replied, "Mrs. Lawson, those are all for you. They're not too valuable. Please keep them." He waved before driving off. Shelly stood by the door, utterly stunned. She glanced down at the hefty bags of gifts clutched in her hands. Out of all the men Sienna had dated, Daniel stood out as the most handsome and courteous. It was unfortunate that he worked as an anti-drug officer. Shelly returned to unwrap the gifts she'd received. She guessed they might be coffee beans, dairy products, or food.

It did explain why she hadn't reacted to the gifts. "We can't decide based on what other people want. We need to find out what she wants." Daxiel gave no reply. Instead, he stood up and headed to the rooftop. Once there, he found what he was looking for. Arya's diary. He picked it up. Then he flipped it open and began reading. Hi, little book. My name is Arya. Crystal gave you to me. She said I could tell you about how my days go. He continued reading until the last page filled with ink.

Three years, and Gavin was still the same arrogant, self-obsessed jerk. I didn't say a word. He had no clue I was here to take his company. Right after he swaggered inside, a janitor jogged over and grabbed the bag from me. "Sorry, Ms. Valencia—I didn't mean to be late." She'd asked me to bring bottles for some summit promo—trade enough, win a limited-edition rocket for her grandson. When she saw the haul, her face lit up. "Thank you! You just made his dream come true."

Soon, she could morph to a tomato. “Stop already. As long as you told no one then there’s no problem.” She sighed. “Yeah, it will be like the contract was never signed.” Connor grinned. “Also, I’d remind Damien what day it is. If I tell him I gave you a gift, he’d surely want to beat me to it.” Arya smiled. Maybe that was why he gave her a small but thoughtful gift so whatever Damien bought would beat it. He was being Damien’s loyal wingman.

Everything he had missed and wished for in his mother's house, he had received here a hundredfold even without him requesting for it. The gifts Dylan had ordered the previous night had arrived that morning a couple of minutes after Dylan left the mansion. Derek was overjoyed as he opened countless boxes of toys, clothes, shoes and other things that Dylan had bought for him. Dylan had even gotten him an exclusive limited edition of his favourite comic. The comic was personally addressed to him on the inner pages. Derek's eyes shone with disbelief as the comic company printed his name and sent him a message of gratitude for being a fan.