Naughty Gifts Novels & Stories

"Here, Noah. I bought all of these for you." When Noah saw the gifts, he noticed they were all the latest toys and games. There were even luxurious action figures, and he could tell the gifts weren't cheap at all. He figured Shannon was quite generous and wealthy. At the very least, she was being more generous than Yara. Not only that, but she was better at pretending to be a kind person. "I'm sorry, old lady. My mom taught me not to take anything from strangers." Shannon felt hurt when she heard him calling her a stranger. "Noah, I'm not a stranger. You'll understand in the future. You can take these. It'll be fine."

Seeing the two large trucks filled with gifts, Damon raised an eyebrow in surprise. "How much did you buy?" "I bought all of his birthday and holiday gifts until he turns 20," Nyla answered. "I also labeled and categorized them by year. When the time comes, you can just pick one and give it to him." Damon was at a loss for words. After the service staff moved everything into the designated room, Nyla finished organizing the gifts. When she turned around, she found Damon leaning silently against the doorframe.

"That should cover, what, a hundred thrift store tops? Go wild. Maybe next time you'll show up in something that doesn't scream clearance bin. And hey—do us both a favor and stop name-dropping me." He pointed at the cash on the ground like it was trash. "What? Just gonna stand there? Not enough? Oh right—guess broke girls like you don't bend anymore. Go on. Pick it up. Crawl for it." The crowd buzzed—whispers, snickers, side-eyes. "Who is she? Dressed like THAT?" "Mr. Censori's ex. Yikes." "She dumped him? Bet she's kicking herself." Gavin was eating it up.

Autumn We need lights!” I declare. “And tinsel. And pretty ornaments.” There’s a department store in town, but there’s also a specialty shop that only opens right after Thanksgiving. They sell all sorts of decorations, from mass produced ornaments and lights, to delicate hand blown glass pieces that are one of a kind. I’ve shopped there a few times for things to decorate the little fake Christmas tree I put up in the bakery, and for gifts, mostly for my mom who loves that sort of thing.

We couldn't afford fancy anymore. But she loved it anyway. After dinner, I pulled her onto my lap on the couch. "I have something for you," I said. "Cameron, we agreed no gifts—" "It's not a gift. It's a question." I pulled out the small box I'd been hiding. Her eyes went wide. "Is that—"

Because she seems like a mother giving safety instructions for her daughter to be left alone in the house. Mildy smiled and shook her head. "Adios, my friend," she said goodbye to me before exiting the ladies' room. After Mildy came out, I finished removing my makeup from my face. I slung over my shoulder my branded bag that Mildy gave me on my last birthday. For the first time, I accepted a gift from her. While Nikky gave me a gold necklace but I haven't worn it yet. I was worried that the snatchers scattered around might snatch it from my neck, so I decided to hide it under my closet.

How is her awkward wink so fucking cute? Then the chat goes crazy with all kinds of comments, some disgusting and some offering money to go private now. Who are all these fucking assholes? Then I remind myself that I'm one of them, trying to get her alone. Deciding I need to make this happen, I go over to the place to donate gifts. I fill out the info and then send her coins, which somehow translate to dollars on the gaming app. Once that's done, there's no place to leave a message, and her DMs are turned off. All I can do is hope that she sees the coins and invites me to a private chat.

“Why make this whole thing a scene from Game of Thrones?” “Why won’t you die and go to hell like they do in Game of Thrones?” Derek asked smartly. “All right, children,” Caitlin’s mother chastised in a no nonsense tone. She turned to Caitlin. “Come along, darling. We’re dying to see what all this is.” One gift box was rather large and took up the whole coffee table. It was decorated in shiny blue wrapping paper. The other box, that was in red shiny paper, was leaned against the coffee table. It was a little long.

Just the threeof them. There, he opened the gifts. He received lots of toys, and action figures, clumsily grabbing and playing with them. Little did little Pax know, Fawn and Kruze’s gift was a bit different. “Time to open our gift! We hope you like it!” They said, sitting next to each other, handing an average sized, neatly wrapped box to his tiny hands. He tore the wrapper out excitedly, giving them a perky grin while his eyes stared at his parents confusingly.

Wiping his tears Yui mumbled, “You are always like this, making decisions without asking me. Buying expensive things which occasionally were unnecessary. Sometimes I wanted to scold you for wasting money. But… but with that kind of intention, how can I refuse? But this time, let me buy yours.” Those first words stab Nikka’s conscience deeply, but to the last one, she can’t help herself but to smile widely, and exclaimed, “D*mn, yeah!”, Whatever Yui will give, even if there has none, Nikka was always felt grateful and happy, as Yui is the greatest gift she received in life. “Ah, let’s buy gifts for Nathan, Zitrey, Chimpanzee, and others too, as we never exchange one during Christmas, though I