Maria Gift Novels & Stories

“What if we destroy that?” Eliza tilted her head, her voice cautious. “How? We’ve already tried. We’ve pushed her, cornered her, and she’s still standing.” “Maybe,” Maria replied, her tone dripping with malice, “we haven’t pushed hard enough.” Victoria’s expression darkened, but she gestured for Maria to continue. “Stop being cryptic, Maria. What exactly are you suggesting?” Maria leaned forward, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper. "We send a gift. But not just any gift."

“I honestly have no idea what we should give Laura and William for their baby’s birth. Mark, do you have any ideas? What kind of gift should we prepare?” Maria asked as they wandered through a shopping mall, trying to find the perfect present for their close friends — and, in truth, their employers. Mark sighed heavily. As a man, he had no clue what would make a suitable gift. In his mind, women usually had a better sense for this kind of thing. But he also understood why Maria was struggling — because Laura wasn’t just a friend. She was the person who had changed both of their lives, giving them stability and opportunity.

Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her. Among the gifts, one particularly caught her attention—a beautifully bound book filled with handwritten recipes from the village's oldest residents. This was a treasure she had always wanted, as cooking had been a cherished pastime shared with her mother. The book was a collection of family recipes, each page telling a story of love, tradition, and the joy of gathering around the table. As Marissa flipped through the pages, she could almost hear the laughter of her family and friends echoing through the years.

“You know what? We’re just going to eat, get our gifts, and leave.” Sade ignored him, turning to Maria. “Sorry, Grandma, he ruined your party. But we’re celebrating now.” At her cue, the kids pushed out a big gift box and a cake, gathering around Maria and singing Happy Birthday. When she unwrapped the gift, tears welled in her eyes, it was a beautifully restored photograph of her mother and siblings. Alongside it were two vouchers: one for a spa day and one for a shopping spree. Maria clutched the necklace with a diamond cross. “I know this is from you,” she whispered to Sade.

Cecilia pressed her lips together, watching Maria walk in with a happy smile on her face, hand in hand with Damian Lee. She didn’t like seeing Maria happy. Maria briefly greeted the other guests as she approached their father. “Happy birthday, Father.” Maria handed a bottle of wine to him. “Bellmoire? Whoa, it’s from the 1990s.” Maria nodded, a smile still etched on her face. “It’s your favorite, right?” “Of course. Thank you, Maria.” Damian took the gift from his assistant, then handed it to his father-in-law. “Also, this is a small token from us.”

Trevor could see that Maria wore an angry look, and her hands were folded across her chest. “I'm from Veilwood.” Maria said as she walked closer to Trevor. “I'm the future alpha of my pack and I also have the gift of seeing. Now, tell me Trevor, did you keep me in your castle just because you wanted to give me to the forger like you did with other innocent women from my pack?” “The forger?” Trevor repeated unconsciously. His eyes became wider, and all the dizziness was cleared from it. “How do you know about the forger?” He was already feeling extremely uncomfortable. He didn't know the explanation that he was going to give to Maria.

Maria made sure she was the last person to present her gift, after all she was bout to create drama. When it was almost her turn, she began to furiously search her bag like she had misplaced something important. She did it so that Xavier would notice it and he did. When she got to where the couple sat, she dropped the wrapped gift but with a frown on her face, clearly noticeable by everyone around. “Maria?” Xavier called and she locked eyes with him “what’s wrong?” he asks. “My watch, the one you gave me for my 21st, I can’t find it” She said in a worried voice.

She had not bought anything online recently, and there was no way Henry would have done so. When Maria saw her expression, she asked, "Did you not buy anything lately? Was there a mistake with the delivery? "It shouldn't be. I checked it several times. It is indeed your contact information listed on the package." Gabriella smiled. "It's alright. Perhaps someone sent me a gift. Give it to me." Maria handed the small box over. Gabriella cut the tape with a blade and opened the box. As soon as she saw what was inside, her face changed at once. She immediately threw it away and leaned over the edge of the bed as she heaved.

I responded, but my eyes were on the lady in front of me. The lady stretched out her hand. “Sorry to bother you, I’m Mara, one of Mr. Whitfield— I mean Marion Whitfield’s assistants.” I shook her hand. “Hmmm… you’re the one who shopped for the clothes for me for my vacation with him?” I tilted my head as I asked her. “No. That might be Clara, ma’am.” Mara held out a sleek white gift bag with a small Van Cleef & Arpels logo glimmering under the sunlight.

She had lost that privilege two years ago when she betrayed me. My voice was cold when I responded. “Let them receive their gifts, Laura.” I refused to look at her. Instead, my eyes remained on Miss Gift. Her broad smile made my chest tighten, her mature beauty drawing me in like a force I couldn’t fight. “This is Miss Gift, the famous CEO of Gift and Design, a company renowned across the USA. Please don’t let her leave without placing an order! She can make beautiful clothes for you, just like my little princess dress and my brother’s suit!”