Novel Gifting Novels & Stories

I’d known it was too much to hope the initial visit from Alex Darte was the last I’d see of Caleb, so I wasn’t surprised when the persistent bastard sent more gifts. Each day, a different gift was delivered to my office, each as extravagant and superficial as the roses—designer jewelry, high-end perfumes, branded handbags, clothes and shoes, gift cards for exclusive spa weekends, tickets to high-end opera or Broadway shows. I threw away or burned every single gift, but they just kept coming. Surprisingly, instead of fury, Kade reacted in a different way—he sent gifts of his own. The first one was a mug with the brand ‘Alpha’s favorite’ on it. Along with it was a note: Kade’s, not Caleb's.

The deed had already been done. I'd let him fuck me because I wanted to get rid of this attraction towards him and move on to the next guy but I didn't want it to be easy. "Did you get my gift?" He asked. Yeahhh, about that. He had been sending me tons of sexual gifts. From lubes, to smutty books and so on, but today's gift topped them all. "A dildo vibrator and lingeries. I did." I smirked, folding my arms, giving a light push to my breast. "I wonder how that's supposed to get you what you want."

After surviving a kidnapping and being diagnosed with severe PTSD, I became the family's top priority. Every sharp object and glass item in the house was removed. The furniture was wrapped in thick foam padding, until not a single hard edge remained. My parents canceled all business trips. News broadcasts and violent movies were banned from the house. To help me feel safe, they even forced my younger brother, who had just earned a full scholarship to a top university, to stay home and keep me company around the clock. Everything changed on the night of my brother's lavish eighteenth-birthday celebration. When fireworks erupted across the sky without warning, I hallucinated instantly and grab

Annie leaned in, setting her elbows on Willow's desk and cupping her chin with her hands. Despite feeling a bit embarrassed, Willow nodded. Annie giggled. "In my experience, meaningful gifts are the way to go. You should get them something they don't already have. But it's tough to find something Mr. Bassett can't just buy himself." "What do you think I should get him?" "Does Mr. Bassett have any hobbies? Hobbies often involve unique or costly items. For example, a music fan might love concert tickets, or a stamp collector would treasure rare stamps..."

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She got presents from all the family members. First, she cuts the cake before she starts opening her presents along with her brother Elijah. Magnus gave the concert tickets of her favorite band which is tomorrow in NYC, he got an extra ticket for Nick so that they can go together. He’s a great friend. Derek brought her real-life crime documentary books because Naomi loves crimes and investigations. Jorge gifted her Rhoeo plant. It looked pleasant and Naomi loved it. Julia gifted her some brand new makeup products. Her parents gifted her a new desk which she’s going to take when she moves out of this house.

I clarified. Understanding Eleanor’s gift was a ploy for cooperation made me acutely aware of the transactional nature of social interactions within the elite circles. Gifting was common, but for someone like me, raised in a rural area, accepting such grand gestures without established trust was inconceivable.

Her eyes lit up dreamily and I chuckled. "Giving what?" "Sorry. I forget that you're new here. When they say something is giving, it means the feeling you get from it. Or a situation you can liken it to." She dragged her woolen cardigan to cover more of her hand before adding, "like your name for example, most harlequin romance novels use them in their mafia series."

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.

"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.