Preceptor Gifts Novels & Stories

After Maxine and Patrick counted the gifts one last time, the emcee said, “Maxine and Patrick have prepared a number of gifts. “A painting from a famous painter in the 1890s valued at two million! “A hundred-year-old wild herbal ginseng, and a blessed bracelet from St. John Church, brought back by Patrick himself. Together, these gifts are intended to wish Master and Madam Otter good health and longevity.” The crowd applauded after the master of ceremony ended the announcement. Maxine and Patrick prepared three gifts for the elders. Each present easily surpassed the values of the gifts that came before them. The hundred-year-old wild ginseng and the blessed bracelet from St. John Church were

It should have had him running for the hills. “I guess he does, but it looks like he also realised that he was being a dick. He wrote a really nice apology card, calling himself out so I thought why not accept the gift. He was also very smart to put in writing that the gift is a personal gift from him to myself and has no contractual obligations attached so I can declare them properly to ensure there aren’t any claims of kickbacks.” I explain as Dad keeps pulling items out of the basket, between bites, lining them up on the table. He starts with the food, then the wines, coffee and teas, The bath products, the spa vouchers and lastly the laptop, tablet and headphones – he turns to me both br

“Grandpa gave it to me. But… you’re teaching me. You’re helping me. So… I want you to have it.” The air stilled around us. My throat tightened at the earnestness in Rafael’s eyes, his small hands still pressing the gift toward Deacon. “It’s your keepsake…”

That was the right way of gifting. If the presents were inappropriate, then they would be a waste of money as the intended effects would not be achieved. Mr. Longbottom, who had many women before, knew that theory well. That was how he managed to get his lovers to be docile and obedient. “Soon. You’re too generous. Thank you. You can just hand the gifts over to the receptionist. “I’m busy and often out of the office.” Mr. Longbottom grinned. He replied, “Okay. I shall not take up more of your time.”

"Thank you, Sir. Enjoy your stay there." When Teacher Maria and Teacher Carla entered their room, they were both surprised with the welcome gifts and souvenirs of their sponsors' collaterals with them. Laying on top of their beds are personalized Polo Shirts to be used on their 1st session later, a bag of goodies, a jacket, and a cash gift worth P10,000 each as their pocket money during the event. "Wow, they were so generous. Thank you," both of them were so happy counting their pennies and fitting their shirts. Being medium earners, they felt so blessed with their tokens and gifts from their sponsors. After freshening up, teacher Maria and Teacher Carla then proceed to Cabana's room to have

he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection, "your gift is not something that can be wrapped and placed under a tree or kept somewhere in my office. It is something far more precious and meaningful." Mitchell looked up at Mr Robert, her eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and confusion. Mr Robert took a step back, still holding Mitchell's hand. "Mitchell, the gift I have for you is not a material possession," he explained. "It is a promise, a commitment, and a love that extends beyond the boundaries of a simple present."

It must have cost a fortune. And why was he buying me an expensive gift in the first place? “This is—thank you, but it’s too much. I can’t accept it.” “You have to,” he replied with a slight twinkle in his eyes. “If you’re going to be a medal recipient with important events to attend, you’ll need to be able to work on-the go. Tell me this wouldn’t have made your life easier at the new member initiation ceremony, or today.” He paused, smiling. “You’ll still have to apply tourniquets yourself, but at least it will make it easier to keep your files and notes where you need them. And communicate with me—um, anyone you need to get in touch with when you’re running an event.”

“I heard that you’re pregnant, so I got someone to go to all the major malls. I believe that you'll have a son, so I bought all these.” Cameron’s lips twitched, and she placed the glass down. “You’re a great student.” He smiled. “Of course. I’m not even so nice to my dad, but my dad doesn’t need all of this. They’re all yours. When the little fellow is born, don’t forget that these gifts are from me.” Cameron nodded. “Deal.” Conroy got the bodyguards to leave the gifts, and Mahina leaned closer to Cameron. “Your new student takes initiative.”

Paige gave Alex a meaningful look as if to say, "You must accept these gifts if you're not hiding something!" Not daring to oppose Paige, Alex accepted the presents from Azure and handed them to Paige. "Take a look, Paige." Paige glanced at Azure and asked, "May I open them now, Ms. Miller?" Azure replied after a pause, "Of course." Paige proceeded to unwrap the gifts one by one. For the baby, there was a pendant and a bracelet, both bearing the inscription 'Keeper of my heart'. For Paige and Alex, there was a set of personalized wine glasses.

But the people who get in the way of my money tend to die pretty miserably. "What brings you here so late, Dr. McPhee?” "Money." Stella pulled out a check and slid it across the table. "One million dollars. No name attached." Summer exploded. "Stella! You've got some nerve trying to bribe a witness right in front of me!" Stella didn't even bat an eyelid. "Captain Hill, accusations require evidence. "I'm paying Mr. Thompson out of my own pocket to serve as a funeral consultant. Making an advance appointment isn't illegal, is it?"