Gifting Novels & Stories

You can't get the betrothal dropped and still hoard his gifts like some petty thief. I stared her down. Perfect match for Samzor. "It's not like I refused to return anything. Gifts aren't loans. I gave just as much back. So who's calling it theft?" Her smile wobbled, then snapped back like elastic. "Oh, you CLAIM you gave just as much back? Cool. Show the proof." I swallowed the urge to gag. Not worth it. Gifts between promised wolves aren't receipts—they're private. Sacred. Who the hell keeps score like a bargain-bin trader?

“Oh right. That girl. What’s her name again? Elsbeth?” I gave her a look. “It’s Elizabeth. And I feel like you know that.” Madison smiled sweetly, but her eyes had cooled by a few degrees. “Do you think it’s appropriate? Getting gifts for your marketing manager who also just so happens to be your son’s girlfriend?” I stared at her for a beat, the silence deliberate. “You do realize platonic gifts of gratitude exist, right?” I said finally. “I’m not handing her a diamond tennis bracelet. It’s a ‘thanks for helping make the practice go viral’ gesture. That’s literally her job.”

The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago. My parents were council members of a secret society of supernaturals, Synx, and the owners of Santiago groups of companies. Supernatural, gifted, or part-human, you name it. In short, humans carry magic in their lineage. We could do stuff other people can only dream of or either pulled in movies. Every member of the special families, or as we called clans, has different and unique gifts of their own. We carried our gift from birth. We could feel it within us. However, due to the incapacity of our human bodies to deal with such extreme powers, we couldn’t control it until we crossed the age of majo

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

From intricate jewellery pieces to lavish home appliances, the presents seemed to overflow with the good wishes and affection of their loved ones. Gloria helped Vipin and Sonia navigate the sea of presents, maintaining a list of each gift and the name of the person who gave it. She wanted to ensure they could adequately thank each other later on. As the couple unwrapped each gift, they felt overwhelmed by the love and support surrounding them, knowing that these gifts were not just material possessions but tokens of love and blessings for their new journey together.

"Honey, I just found out I have to go on a week-long business trip. It's so last minute that I can't spend our anniversary with you. There are also some problems with the company's cash flow, so could you transfer me $100 million?" I sneered and looked at the familiar figure in the jewelry store, replying, "Sure, but there's a transfer document that needs your signature. I'll send you the soft copy!" He immediately hung up the call. Looking at the signed contract, I got out of the car and headed straight for the jewelry store. As soon as I entered, I saw Queenie Steward, the heiress of the Steward family, sitting in the VIP room. When she saw me come in, a trace of disgust flashed in her eye

"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."

] [The Northern Frontier's Runaway Princess gifts…] The screen continued to fill with an array of flashy gifts. Holly stared at the flood of virtual gifts, stunned. After a moment, she managed to say, “Thank you to the generous lady from the Northern Frontier! We appreciate your support for our company, but please don’t go overboard with the gifts. You should spend wisely! If you’re interested in our product, just click the link below to purchase it. We’ll be donating half of all gift proceeds to charity. Thank you!”

When I discover yet another tube of lipstick on the front passenger seat of my Porsche for the 99th time, I decide to send a reminder in my company's group chat. "Everyone, please make sure to take all of your personal belongings with you the next time you decide to hitch a ride. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for the owner to remove the stains from the leather seats." The newly-hired intern, Sasha Lane, is quick to shoot me down. "Me hitching a ride has nothing to do with you! A washed-up old hag like you should focus on keeping your man in line! "Are you already triggered by the fact that he decides to pick me up from my home and bring me breakfast?" I'm stunned, to say the least. The

He said. “I don't know, Jordan. There's no single formula to gifting. The person decides the gift. For example, for my mom's birthday, I'd probably just send her some money. If you sent your mom money, she probably wouldn't appreciate it, so you'll have to decide on a gift based on the things you know about her.” He seemed to consider my words for a bit. “That makes a lot of sense." He finally said and sat in my chair. “So, my mom's turning 60 this weekend, and I can't think of a single thing that she doesn't already have." He said.