Random Boyfriend Gifts Novels & Stories

Kelsey's question interrupted her thoughts. "It's better this way, sex between us would complicate things ... I'm not gonna be his fuck buddy, I can't do that, I need a boyfriend ... that's what I need, and Preston is not that person, you know what I mean?" Kelsey nodded, "Yeah, I guess I can see it from your point of view to me sex is just fun if you can have fun with your best friend ... why not, you're young and inexperienced, the more experience you can get the better."

Lily did not want people to keep asking about this matter, so she responded vaguely, “Yeah!” “Wow, look at how creative her boyfriend is!” “Yeah, I’ve seen people gift flowers, chocolates, make-up, and handbags, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone gifting a wooded sculpture.” “By the way, shouldn’t your boyfriend send you rare spices or plants instead, Lily? A gift you’ll surely like!”

"If I hadn't been a coward and backed off, you'd never have ended up with him. You'd never have spent three years getting hurt." As he spoke, his wet eyes turned to me, and his hands reached out, testing, like he wanted to pull me in. I smacked his hands away and straightened him back up. "Just talk. What happened then?" He sat back down, looking wounded, his back slumping a little, his voice smaller than before. "Noah said he didn't know how to win a girl over. He was scared he'd say the wrong thing." "So he asked me to build him a Boyfriend Assistant, something to teach him what to say and how to reply to you."

“I think it's okay not to and it's okay if you give him a present. But if you ask me, I'll go with the latter. ” “What can I give him? Perfume and clothing are very common. I can't afford a watch either? ” “Why don't you ask Joaquin about that? Your dinner is on Sunday. You still have time to buy a gift,” Cynthia replied to her. Again, Lara did not say anything that her friend said. After all, Cynthia has a point. She can buy a gift and she can also not. She didn't want to prove anything to her boyfriend's father after all. She just doesn’t really know what she’s supposed to do and she’s really worried so she’s like this.

Then: Nate: “Dude. Do you know how hard it is to shop for someone who’s rich? They’ve already seen everything. What are you supposed to buy?” His girlfriend was the heir to a major tech company, and he’d spent two full weeks stressing over her gift. After getting the collector’s info from Jack, Raphael sent out an intro message but didn’t get a reply right away. He exited that chat, skimmed back through the group convo, then started typing again. Raphael: “What do people usually do on Valentine’s Day? Like, the schedule.” Sarah’s voice rang in his head—Be proactive. Don’t make her wait.

I explained hurriedly while burying my face in his chest. “You have never asked them to buy you things?” Rai sounded a bit shocked. I guessed he didn’t believe me, and it hurt. “No.. Except for the occasional flowers for birthdays and anniversaries. Do you not believe me, Rai?” I looked at him. “It’s not that, Princess. All the ladies I know, even those that Damian knows, always bragged about how their boyfriends will buy them what they want. So, to know a girl like you actually exist is a bit puzzling. Not in a bad way, though.” He smiled softly.

I mumbled. “That’s why Romeo isn’t Shayna.” “Still, we have to get him something meaningful, or at least I do. What do you usually get him?” “I sign a card and wire some money to him.” “Well, I don’t have that,” I mumble to myself. As I sat, I pondered on what the best gift for Romeo would be, “Do you think he would like it if I gifted him some nice office shirts?” I asked and he gave me a blank expression. “What?” I ask.

His thoughts remained unknown. A while later, he chuckled and murmured. "She's probably taking revenge." Back to the ATM, the girl grabbed the few bills that the machine let out and turned to her still waiting friend. She smiled at the already turning orange skies and secretly whispered. 'I'm lucky to be his girl. But I couldn't always be receiving. Time to think now of what I could give him apart from my body.' Just what she should gift him? A necktie? Cuff-links? Perfume? What do rich guys like Paul lack that a girl like her may give?

“What’s got you looking so lost in thought?” I tilted his head. “I’m… trying to figure out a gift.” “What sort of gift?” “To my boyfriend.” He smiled. “Well, I’d suggest a home-cooked meal, but you can’t cook.” “Dad!” I groaned. “Be serious.” “Well, what does he like? Is it his birthday?” I didn’t even know when Lucian’s birthday was. Would he even understand what that was? Did vampires even celebrate birthdays? “No, and I’m really not sure.”

He states, his voice void of emotion even as his eyes stay fixed on my chest. Well, he is right. I mean, that is the point of being his girlfriend. So I guess I can't complain about this. Without uttering a word, I take the gift from him, feeling rather overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness, even if it is pretense. I'd never been bought real roses. Even Owen didn't care enough to do that. But my fake boyfriend cares. I stare down at the roses, a small smile appearing at the corner of my lips. “Nice choice by the way,” Scott suddenly says and I raise my head to find him gesturing towards my dress.