Gifting Novels & Stories

"You're welcome, Mr. Blackwood." He didn't say anything else. She fell into step with him again and looked at him in silence. Why had he asked her for a gift? Nevertheless, she thought that it was a good reminder. If he was so generous as to let her use him, she needed to be socially savvy, too. She needed to give him gifts more often! … Back at Freeport Residences, Phoebe and Gideon returned to their respective homes. Gideon placed the gift Phoebe had given him on the display shelf. There were still plenty of empty spots; he would fill them one by one.

I could feel my voice being choked with overwhelming emotion. "You have given us the greatest gift we could ever ask for. Thank you so much for your generosity and thoughtfulness. The gift you have bestowed upon us is truly invaluable and deeply appreciated. We are incredibly grateful for your kindness and the impact it has had on our lives. Words cannot express how much this means to us."

want to give a gift to the Vice President but was struggling with what to give him? “Madam, when giving gifts to men, it's usually shoes, belts, ties, and watches,” Gloria said. Paige was at a loss for words. She knew that. “Then, have you ever given gifts to men?” Paige asked. Gloria nodded. “Of course. Our previous club was a high-end one, and we'd often receive necklaces, diamond bags, and such from clients. To keep these clients, I'd occasionally give gifts in return.” Paige hesitated before asking, "So, what's the most expensive thing you've ever gifted to someone?"

"You've already given me something last time, and I've also gone to the gala. "You gave me a good seat. That's already enough. There's no need to buy such an expensive gift." "How can it be the same? That was a thank-you gift. This is to celebrate your reopening and a wish for your business to flourish. It has a different meaning." Her eloquence left Shawn with no choice. "Ms—" "Please accept it, Mr. Griffin. It's just a little token of appreciation from Grace." A male voice suddenly came from behind her. Shawn was stunned. When Grace turned sideways, Xander, who was sitting on the side, was finally seen.

His gaze felt like an X‑ray, as if he wanted to look straight through me. I did not look away. I met his gaze with a numb calm. After a long silence, he smiled and pulled his hand back. He tossed the burn ointment onto the nightstand. “Fine. Go. But you must return on February sixteenth. It is my birthday. I want you to give yourself to me as a gift.” He leaned close to my ear, and his teeth brushed my earlobe. “You need to be clean and fresh.” I pushed down the nausea in my stomach and nodded. “Okay.”

She turned to page six. She wrote: What I know about the gift is also, in some ways, what I know about people. The gift does not distinguish between the two. It reaches toward what is real, what is present, what is genuine. It cannot be fooled by performance or impression management. It goes directly to what is actually there — the injury, the block, the life force underneath the interference. This makes it both the most honest thing I carry and the most vulnerable. Because what is actually there is also what is actually mine. The gift sees it and responds to it and does not pretend otherwise.

The last thing I needed right now was unnecessary attention being drawn to me. Marcus cleared his throat, aware that I was considering his words. “A small gesture might make things better,” he spoke up. “A gift, that is a good idea. Something thoughtful.” I raised an eyebrow. “A gift?” “Yes.” The word was odd to me because I had never given her anything before. But that seemed like a good idea. I sighed through my nostrils as I leaned back in my chair. “Fine, prepare a gift.” Marcus bowed. “Yes, Alpha.”

“How fast can we make this happen?” “Love the idea and enthusiasm, Luna, but first let’s discuss the gifts. You need to keep personalized gifts, as much as you don’t want to. We can’t let them end up in the public’s hands and have silly rumors start. Also, gifts over a certain value, we should really assess who they are from before we just give them away or auction them off. The sender could misconstrue it as an offensive gesture.”

It should have had him running for the hills. “I guess he does, but it looks like he also realised that he was being a dick. He wrote a really nice apology card, calling himself out so I thought why not accept the gift. He was also very smart to put in writing that the gift is a personal gift from him to myself and has no contractual obligations attached so I can declare them properly to ensure there aren’t any claims of kickbacks.” I explain as Dad keeps pulling items out of the basket, between bites, lining them up on the table. He starts with the food, then the wines, coffee and teas, The bath products, the spa vouchers and lastly the laptop, tablet and headphones – he turns to me both br

“And no doubt very expensive.” “Perhaps,” Kilvic replied, not caring for the attention. “But not entirely the reason I have it.” Now Ariadne looked back at him with calculating eyes. “Then why are you giving me?” “Because it will serve you better.” “So it’s not a gift.” “It is.” Ariadne shook her head. “It’s not a gift for me.” Kilvic wasn’t sure why she was frowning. “When someone offers something without expecting something in return or being asked or required to, it is called a gift.”