Novel Gifting Novels & Stories

“Is he showering you with gifts to get more out of you?” “What’s it to you if Drake bought me a little something?” I asked coolly. “I’m a grown woman, Noah—I can accept gifts from whoever I please. And besides, not everyone buys people gifts just to get something in exchange. Or have you forgotten that people do things out of kindness sometimes?”

“This is my first time receiving birthday presents.” Raven brought over a purple-ribboned box, and Gia opened it. Caius had given her a pair of beautiful high heels, clearly oblivious to Gia’s taste. Attached is a note: "Our paths diverge." Gia understood the meaning behind the message. It was said that gifting shoes symbolized separation—a break in the relationship. The gift was a joke, though, as they had never been together. Amused, Gia placed the shoes on the floor.

She felt like she had seen the brand before, but she wasn’t familiar with it. She searched it up online and confirmed her guess that it was an expensive brand indeed. Stella smiled. It was a cold, unfeeling smile. That’s right. Given how highly Weston regarded Guinevere, he would never shortchange her on this. Typically speaking, such gifts would come with a note. For example, if it was a wedding favor, it would come with a picture of a couple. If it was for celebrating the birth of a baby, there would be a picture of the baby on the bag.

I'd only learned of the truth after overhearing Andy's call in the restroom. Ethan Graham, Jessica's wealthy and handsome boss, had given out the lottery tickets to everyone in the company. Jessica, who'd been actively pursuing him, thought that he'd done that as a ruse to hide his true intention, which was to give her a gift. Thus, she once again confessed her feelings to him and asked him out. However, he wasn't the least bit interested in her. The lottery tickets had merely been part of the bonus he gave everyone since the company had just closed a highly profitable deal.

“You’re a good woman, Evelyn.” “Any man would want you, but I’m not that man anymore.” I know eight years is a very long time, and I’ve wasted your time. I know this will be very hard for you, but you have to accept it. You deserve better." He slid the paper across the tablecloth. It moved with a terrifying finality, stopping just inches from my water glass. "Here," he said, his voice devoid of the warmth that had greeted me when I came in. "This is a cheque of ten thousand dollars. Use it to start a new life for yourself."

Giselle made it a point to look at the profile picture of the user who sent the gift. It was not Chester, but a new account that Giselle had never seen before. Its display name was a customized one, and the user's profile picture was empty. In total, the mystery sender had sent 20 Grand Gifts. The viewers took notice of this and were eager to comment about it. "As expected of our one and only! It's one rich guy after another in this live stream room. He's snatched the first place on the list. I'm guessing the moderator is going to come out soon to take his spot back!"

"Don't worry, I've booked the most expensive hotel there; you guys just go and have fun." "You shouldn't have to do this." Caterina accepted the gift happily. Although it was only a small gift for them, she was still happy to receive it. Gifts were a sign of love. It was not good to refuse someone else's gift. "This is from Gabriel and me." Rossie also handed over the gift. Caterina also accepted it happily. "Holiday tickets on a cruise ship?" She looked at Rossie in disbelief. Moreover, it was the most expensive cruise ship in the world. The gift given by Rossie was quite expensive.

“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.”

she said slowly, as if explaining something obvious to a child, "I don't know why you two keep pretending it's just friendship. This is not a friend gift." "It is. We're friends," I insisted, placing the necklace back in the box with absurd care. "Just friends who have interesting conversations about music." "Annabelle." Gwen leaned on the edge of my desk, slipping into the tone that meant a reality lesson was coming. "Friends do not give diamond necklaces to friends. Friends give books, maybe a bottle of wine, a CD. This is a man trying to win over a woman, absolutely." I sighed, that familiar frustration tightening in my chest.

She was confused. Bea shrugged. “I don’t know about the rest of the gifts, but I think that there might be wolves out there with the other gifts, too. The gifts are fickle. They follow a bloodline. The gift is given to the oldest direct descent of that bloodline. Mama had the gift. When she died, it went to me. If I have kids, the gift will skip you and go to my oldest child when I die. If I die without kids, it goes to you.”