Daryl Dixon Gift Novels & Stories

I say smile and she gives me a sad smile. “We are always here Kisses” Jim says and I give him a gracious smile as Daniel and Kylie strut in with gifts. Kylie hands them out first. She got her mom a mug covered in sunflowers and a shirt. She got her dad a mug as well but covered in baseballs. She got Daniel a pair of sneakers and a dicks sporting goods gift card. And then she got me a gorgeous casual red dress, some cute heels like the ones I wore the other day and two candles.

Only Ruarc, Elijah, Thane, Eloive and Waxlyn had gifted me something. Eloive tore open Waxlyn’s gift and I wasn’t surprised to see some books. His countenance changed as he pushed them away. “Do you like it?”, Waxlyn asked innocently, batting her eyelids. “I would have, if they weren’t books. You know that I can’t read Waxlyn,” he muttered. ”Ooops! I might have forgotten. Don’t tell me you’re going to return it. It’s hideous to return a gift brother.”

Darcy didn’t respond but his actions spoke volumes; he hurriedly hid the key in his pocket, leading to another bout of laughter. Veronica and Peter’s gift was also a key however it was the key to a helicopter. Lorenzo and Nola gave him the deeds of winery; this was special to Darcy as this was first place where he and Grace had gone to celebrate after they confirmed their feelings for each other. Eric and Diana’s gift was the Tag Heuer watch from their exquisite vintage collection. “What on earth is this?” Veronica tsk-ed as she saw Night Wing, Night Rider, Night Shade and Night Scar walked in rolling 5 feet tall and 3 feet wide. It was wrapped in wrapping paper and had a bow around it.

I say smile and she gives me a sad smile. “We are always here Kisses” Jim says and I give him a gracious smile as Daniel and Kylie strut in with gifts. Kylie hands them out first. She got her mom a mug covered in sunflowers and a shirt. She got her dad a mug as well but covered in baseballs. She got Daniel a pair of sneakers and a dicks sporting goods gift card. And then she got me a gorgeous casual red dress, some cute heels like the ones I wore the other day and two candles.

Eugene Ari Darian's POV After the long event, we exchanged numbers. I was so nervous to ask for it, not wanting to seem too rude or forward like earlier but she took the hint and just gave it to me, it reduced my anxiety level a lot. It felt like my moves had no effect on her like they did other women and it was a mystery to me. "So what do you do?" "I'm a psychology lecturer. I once worked as a therapist but it didn't work out."

But I had no intention of giving it away. Instead, I held it up, high enough for them all to see the seal. “The Moon Matron line,” I said. “Forgotten, not broken.” The room fell silent. Then, from behind the dais, a door opened and Daxon entered. Every time he walked into a room, it was like the oxygen shifted. He was dressed in formal black, no tie, his shirt open just enough to reveal the mark at the base of his throat a faint crescent scar that pulsed faintly under the light.

The man still hadn’t replied. “Hey.” Dexter’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a small box. “I got this for you.” Mason’s mouth parted in surprise, giving him a questioning look. “You really didn’t have to…” “Take it. It’s a friendly gift,” Dexter said with a smile. “I’d be hurt if you didn’t.” Mason bit his lip, oblivious to how that small action affected Dexter—how his eyes flashed with lust for a fleeting moment.

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.

“This isn’t liquor. It's just plain water! No taste at all!” The others who had taken a sip also frowned and spat it out. “It’s really just water!” “What’s going on? Water in a whisky bottle?” “That’s just messed up!” The whole room erupted. My in-laws’ faces turned green instantly. “That’s right. It’s just bottled water.” I gave Kevin a cold stare and added, “Every year, he takes 100,000 dollars from me to prepare New Year’s gifts, and this is what he sends to my parents. Plain water that costs two dollars. He bought it online. Even the packaging is recycled boxes.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? Why would I turn down 200 thousand dollars and hide a lottery ticket that's only worth 20 dollars?" She tilted her head up and kissed me on the cheek. "That's true. My Henry is no idiot." My heart pounded like a drum. I couldn't help asking, "What do you think is so special about that ticket? Why are Jessica and the others so desperate to get it?" "It's just a lottery ticket. How can it be special?" Daisy replied lightly. "Maybe something got into her, and she decided to use that as an excuse to mess with you and beat you up. After all, you mentioned that she has always looked down on you, right?"