Preceptor Gifts Novels & Stories

They had been very thoughtful. After the game and drinks, the gifting process began. Pack members brought me gifts first, hand-knitted jumpers and sweaters, small shoes and baby products. In cute blue, green, purple, white and silver shades. I accepted every gift with gratitude and love for they were very precious to me. “Luna, I hope you birth a healthy pup and bless our alpha with many more,” an elderly woman gave her blessings, placing her hand on my head. “Your prayers are all that I need,” I replied in appreciation.

Tapping his long fingers rhythmically against the invitation card, he said, “Arrange the gift.” Kevin asked, “What standard should I follow?” From a corporate standpoint, the Blake Group was classified as a first-tier enterprise, meaning the gift had to match the appropriate level of prestige. From a personal standpoint, the chairman of Blake was supposed to be his future father-in-law—so extra care was needed. Calvin thought for a moment. Since what he truly wanted hadn’t arrived yet, it wasn’t his style to settle for something halfway. “The old miser likes to associate himself with elegance. Get him a painting or some calligraphy.”

"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,"

“How fast can we make this happen?” “Love the idea and enthusiasm, Luna, but first let’s discuss the gifts. You need to keep personalized gifts, as much as you don’t want to. We can’t let them end up in the public’s hands and have silly rumors start. Also, gifts over a certain value, we should really assess who they are from before we just give them away or auction them off. The sender could misconstrue it as an offensive gesture.”

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."

Thane seemed deep in thought like he was processing all this. “What kind of gifts?” I opened my mouth, again a warning from my subconscious telling me to shut up. I tucked some of my hair behind my ear hearing Lyra’s kids in the distance laughing and screaming. “Well, it usually manifests as something the recipient already had innately in them. Someone who prides themselves in their strength could have it amplified. Someone who is really good at convincing people to do stuff could get compulsion and -“ “What gift did you give to Cameron?” Thane asked.

Alpha Timothy walked out to the microphone to the side of the stage. “I would like to welcome everyone to the Hidden Treasures Auction. Every treasure is of ranked blood or have gifts. They are premium stock from strong bloodlines, perfect for breeding or gift manipulation. One of the gifts tonight is telekinesis. Imagine what you could do with your pack if it was bred to act as guards in defense of your pack.”

Hawke said as he peeked at me through the rearview mirror. "I want to gift it to them myself. It's more thoughtful that way," I mumbled, and Tara smiled. "This world doesn't deserve you." The wards at the medical center were quiet, the air heavy with the smell of herbs and sickness. I moved from bed to bed, handing out the little gift packs—warm blankets, tonics, and fresh fruit. Some of the patients smiled weakly. Others cried. As I rested my palm lightly over one young warrior's wrist, a familiar warmth stirred inside me.

"We will take a brief fifteen-minute intermission before our final two contestants face off. We would also like to acknowledge our primary benefactor for this year's scholarship fund, without whom this event would not be possible." I froze. "A man who values education and excellence," the host continued. "Please welcome the CEO of Sterling Oil and Gas... Mr. Jason Sterling." The name hit me like a bullet. The world stopped, the sound was sucked out of the room. I watched in slow motion as a figure walked onto the stage from the wings. He was older now. His hair had a touch of gray at the temples now but it was him. The same confident stride. The same devastatingly handsome face. The same man

The room erupted in applause as we approached the dais, the sound swelling like a tidal wave. Dane's hand rested on the small of my back, guiding me through the sea of faces. We reached the front of the room, and he turned to face the crowd, his voice booming across the hall. "Everyone, please rise! We have a special announcement to make." The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on us. Dane's voice took on a ceremonial tone. "The gift we cherish is a symbol of our unity and strength. It will be presented in two parts: Alpha Dean will present one gift, and Maya will present the other."