Kindle Gift Book Novels & Stories

I nodded at her question. "Are you perhaps reading those books?" "No, they are for my fiancée." Her eyes twinkled at my answer and was squealing on how I was much a sweet fiancé. Isn't it normal to gift your fiancée to make her happy? No, what's wrong with this woman? I went out of the room and left her squealing. 'Is this what they call fangirling?' And now, the present time. "That's what happened. I told her my identity and the book was for you."

The assistant handed him a small, elegantly wrapped package and waited for further instructions. Blake took the package, admiring the craftsmanship. It was a rare, leather-bound edition of Emily’s favorite novel, a touch he knew she’d notice. The title gleamed in embossed gold lettering, and her initials shone in a delicate script across the bottom right corner. This wasn’t just a gift; it was a gesture of intimacy, of understanding. It was the kind of gift that only someone who knew her, who valued her deeply, would send. And the note slipped inside was as carefully crafted as the gift itself:

Kia puzzled, flickering her eyes between Hunter and the books. “What do you mean, why? Can’t I gift my friend something?” “But they are so many? Why did you spend so much? Considering it’s all from different genres, they must have cost you a lot.” She retorted. Her gaze again wandered to the books. Not that she didn’t feel glad that he brought some thoughtful gift for her, but then the thought that he must have spent a lot on this gave her an unsettling feeling. Hunter rolled his eyes. “They are not even an inch closer to punching a hole in my bank balance, Kiara.”

"It's just for clarity's sake that you received the parcel." "Hold on. What parcel?" Cadeau's gaze ran to the gift bags laying beside the man in a pile, and narrowed her eyes. "Who ordered these things? and who told you I needed them?" "Your husband did. These are presents, he told us. And am the delivery guy," he stated. Cadeau opened one of the gifts bags and took out two red dresses and one in black. "Hey, it's the dresses!" She exclaimed, "these are the ones we saw yesterday,"

"Hannah, look—so innocent yet alluring. It's perfect for me, isn't it?" I had gifted it to her because she loved it. My hands shook as I picked up the delicate, nearly transparent cloth. My throat closed up, and my head spun. The doubt I'd buried deep inside finally broke free. Confusion and pain crashed over me. Before I could even think, the violent sound of colliding cars split the air. Then, blackness swallowed me whole.

“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.”

“Because you're cheap and don't spend a dime of what you have in the bank, and you still use that old tablet with the chipped screen, and because Sebastian is so afraid of losing you that he doesn't even tell you that you need a new laptop for your stady, Nancy and I bought you one. Now we won’t be ashamed to be seen with you and that old crap you call a tablet.” Everyone laughed. Yes, it was true that Theo only spent as much money as necessary, but his old tablet worked perfectly. The second gift was for Sek, and it was from Theo. A Smartwotch, and a book named “Golden Boy”, written by Tara Sullivan, about an albino boy from a small Tanzanian village. Sek hugs Theo and thanks him, immediate

“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 hope no one gives attention to his words. " Happy birthday, sister. I may not know you as Ryder do. But I do know what you like. So, this might be useful for you." Dylan said, giving me a card. It looks like a card. Now, I'm eager. All I think of is a credit card, debit card which I'm not expecting from anyone. " An amazon gift card...." " Yep, you can buy as many books as you like until you run out of this $200."

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."