The Notebook Movie Gifts Novels & Stories

“Because you're cheap and don't spend a dime of what you have in the bank, and you still use that old tablet with the chipped screen, and because Sebastian is so afraid of losing you that he doesn't even tell you that you need a new laptop for your stady, Nancy and I bought you one. Now we won’t be ashamed to be seen with you and that old crap you call a tablet.” Everyone laughed. Yes, it was true that Theo only spent as much money as necessary, but his old tablet worked perfectly. The second gift was for Sek, and it was from Theo. A Smartwotch, and a book named “Golden Boy”, written by Tara Sullivan, about an albino boy from a small Tanzanian village. Sek hugs Theo and thanks him, immediate

she said, flushing with apparent embarrassment. When I'd opened the wrapping, I held a black notebook with rounded corners on one side and a curiously flat, square pen tucked along its binding. The covering material felt like leather and the pale yellow pages were neatly lined in a crisp gray ink. "Oh my God, it's gorgeous. When did you get this?" "Yesterday, after I left you at Denny's. If you hadn't shown up last night, I was going to leave it in your Mom's mailbox as a goodbye gift."

“What, did you seriously think I wouldn’t get you something for solstice?” I swallowed hard, suddenly not sure what to say. “You already bought me two gifts recently,” I pointed out. “You didn’t need to get me anything for solstice.” He narrowed his eyes. “If that’s the case, then why did you look so sad when you thought I didn’t get you anything?” He was right, of course. My cheeks flushed pink, and it had nothing to do with the cold. Nicholas nodded toward the gift box. “Open it.” With slightly trembling fingers, I lifted the lid off the box. Inside was a… “Composition notebook?” I asked as I pulled the book out of the box. It was just a nondescript notebook, the type a college student mig

He opened the car door for me just like a perfect gentleman and I slid inside, the scent of expensive leather filling my nose. The drive was quiet at first. Then, he spoke. “Since I’ve not had a perfect time to ask you—” he glanced at me, his grip on the wheel relaxed “Do you love your birthday present? I sent your dad to deliver it.” I blinked, caught off guard. I had almost forgotten about that. The gift arrived on the day of my birthday, a few weeks ago. Inside had been a custom-made, leather-bound notebook, a type that was obviously a limited version. But not just any notebook, it was like a journal.

Inside was a stunning wristwatch — diamond-studded, sleek, and unmistakably expensive. “Wow,” both Anna and Vivian gasped at once. But the air shifted when Anna noticed another folded note tucked beside the watch. She picked it up and read the name. “From Big Kay.” “Big Kay?” they echoed in unison. Jenny’s grin widened. “Yes! He brought it himself. He’s waiting outside.” Anna’s face hardened instantly. “Jenny…” she said slowly, frowning. “Why would you collect a gift for me without asking first?”

I dug my fingers into the gift bag and brought out a pink-colored note, my eyes skimming the contents. 𝐺𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦. 𝑋𝑜𝑋𝑜.♥️ "Huh?"

I picked up a note that was placed atop the teddy bear and when i opened it, it read. ‘I hope you like your little present. I left an envelope in one of the boxes, it contains fifty thousand dollars use it to get yourself a cupcake.’ I smiled when i read the name at the bottom right of the note; Toby Winchester.

Daisy watched her friends and family arrange themselves around the table like actors finding props: Simon cracking a joke about hospital coffee, Chelle demonstrating a new story with gestures that made the waiter laugh, Johnson reaching across the table to tuck a bobby pin out of Daisy’s hair with the casual care of someone who’d memorized the map of her small movements. Gifts had been promised, the way gifts are promised at ceremonies that mean everything and nothing. Daisy had told herself she didn’t want anything expensive; the last thing she needed was something that would remind her of debt or obligation. But when the packages began to move between their hands — a small, leather-bound n

So, the young lady was forced to open it right after the first knock, ignoring her last words. "This is my gift for you!" Shelaine said happily just as she opened the door and then presented the familiar old notebook to her. What just happened? Before, she couldn't even show her the notebook, yet now it was already a gift for her? "What's this for?" she asked, wondering. Shelaine scratched her head and then gave out a genuine smile.

She explained. He went on to untie the ribbons and then opened it, inside was a red, small pillow, a book was lying peacefully on it and a note was by it's side, he picked it up. "Ouu, another gift from another girl. She doesn't know your ass doesn't read shit." Lillian said. The note read; The light of knowledge never dims down as long as they're still enough books to go round. Warmest regards from us at TVB It caused a small smile on his face, the book itself was a little weird. The cover was attractive, a battered looking hands that was on cuffs, it held two flowers.