Preceptor Gifts Novels & Stories

Then the floodgates opened, and a chain of money transfers started rolling in like a game of tag. I stared at the screen, utterly stunned. Sigmund leaned over and said casually, “Accept them. These are your welcome gifts.” Still stunned, I hesitated. “Some of these transfers are forty, even sixty thousand dollars. Are you sure it’s okay for me to accept this?” "Of course it’s fine. These are just small gestures. Since many of them couldn’t make it today, they’ll bring gifts the next time we meet. Even if they can’t be there in person, they still need to give you something—that’s the rule.”

Just the presence, when possible, was enough. Jax developed a ritual. Every time he returned after a string of away games, he’d arrive bearing gifts. For Orhan, it was always something practical yet coveted: a pair of limited-edition cleats, a high-tech training bag, a ball used in a professional match, a box of chocolates. For me, the offerings were more intimate: a single, perfect peony; a cashmere scarf so soft it felt like a cloud; a vintage camera; a new pair of glasses, lighter and frameless; a set of expensive pens for my notes; fuzzy socks for cold nights when I’d come home with my feet aching. He stocked our fridge with groceries and filled the cabinets with snacks.

No anger or acknowledgment of what had just passed between us. He simply sat down beside me, his thigh pressing against mine in the confined space. “You did well,” I murmured. He didn’t respond. Just reached for his glass and took a measured sip. The formal presentations began shortly after. Alphas from various packs approached the Master of Ceremonies to offer symbolic gifts, tokens of prosperity, alliance and goodwill. I watched with fascination as each gift was displayed. All of them carrying meaning I only partially understood. Then a voice cut through my focus.

Maximum use is three times. “They say that Beginner’s gifts are from their department heads so… what kind of thing are they wishing me with the scent assaulter?” Dina thought out loud with a chuckle. How naughty~. “Do not misunderstand host, all gifts are beneficial only for the mission,” Zero cautioned. “Yeah, yeah.” Dina answered while rolling her eyes, typical Zero, always so broody~. ‘However, they really were generous, a rare type item along with two noble type? Fucking amazing, as expected of my influence hahaha,’ Dina thought with a wicked smile.

"I don't think so." "Well, I advise that you be careful with her." The party went smoothly. The next day, I got a truckload of gifts from the attendees. Some of them were baby gifts, while some of them were for expecting mothers. Of course, the security guys made sure everything was vetted and safe before they sent them in. I sat in the living room and looked through the gifts and the senders so I could send a thank you message to them. I was examining one particular item that I had no idea what it was for when Grace came down the stairs.

"For your research. Your theories on shield magic. I thought you might want a dedicated space to document them." My throat closes. This isn't a generic gift. This is thoughtful, personal. This is proof he listens when I talk, remembers what matters to me, and wants to support my work. This is the kind of gift you give someone you care about deeply. "It's perfect." The words barely make it past the lump in my throat. "Thank you." His smile is small, genuine. The rare one that transforms his face. "You're welcome." The orchestra begins a waltz. Pack members move to the dance floor, but I barely notice. All I see is Garrett, standing in front of me, holding out his hand.

Phoebe whimpered within me, longing for something I wasn't sure I could define. I'd brought Winter Moon Festival gifts for everyone – small tokens I'd selected carefully over the past month. From my bag (which Sylvan had finally returned), I distributed them one by one. A silver-lined bookmark for Jonathan. Herb-infused bath salts for Elizabeth. A specially formulated healing tonic for Elder Margaret. When I reached William, I handed him a gold wolf-tooth pen I'd found at the Silver Moon Mall. "For signing those important pack alliance documents," I explained. "Thank you," he said, examining it with appreciation. "This is excellent craftsmanship."

And Doc remained indignant that I accepted the gift. “Can this gift wait till after 6 months?” I found my response. Reon kept mute. It was entirely up to the doctor. “Oh well…Six months is a long time and by then, the gift would have lost its use.” “I don’t think so, Doc. I will be ready to receive your gift by then. Some gifts are better utilized when the user knows how to use it.” “Well said, young lady.” The Doc was not satisfied if not for the quietening look Reon gave to him.

"It's my gift to you for your remarkable performance as a doctor of Richforte Memorial Hospital. I know you barely go home, you spent most of your time in the hospital, in the operating room, in the lab. Note that the surgeries you handle are all successful. Consider that one as your reward, personally given by the chairman, which is me." Since the day I come to know Sean Gabriel Richforte, this is the longest time I talk to him, and the gift speech is the longest he said to me so far. My mind tries to digest what he just said. I look at my left wrist where the wristwatch is strapped, this is now mine. This is his gift to me for my remarkable performance in the hospital. "Are you monitoring

“Checkers Association giving a full set of natural crystal checkers!” “E-Sports Association gifting ten franchises of internet cafes all over the country!” … A long list was read out, and every gift mentioned was grand and pricey! That was not the end of it all, however... “No.1 Antique Collector, Mr. Young bestowing a thousand pieces of antiques!” “No.1 Ceramics Developer, Master Hahn gifting a full set of customized furniture!” As Joey spoke, someone moved a few pieces of furniture inside: from the vases on the table to the human-sized vase; from porch decorations to indoor decorations, and everything else.