The Notebook Movie Gifts Novels & Stories

The dinner table fell into a dead silence. “Sweetheart, come with me.” Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage room door. In the corner were more than a dozen neatly stacked cases of the exact same whisky. Some were damp and moldy, others were covered in cobwebs. These were all the New Year’s gifts I had my husband, Kevin Zane, buy over the past three years. “W-What is this?” My voice came out dry. My throat was tight.

into his mouth. After dinner, we did presents early because Mia’s mom had to work an early shift tomorrow. I got a scarf from Mrs. Harlan, a gift card from Mia, and from Elias, a leather bound notebook with a pen tucked in the spine. “For your sketches,” he said casually, handing it over like it was nothing. But his fingers lingered on mine again. Just a second too long. Mia was already tearing into her next gift, distracted. I opened the notebook later, when no one was looking.

Irene said visibly trying to gather her thoughts and breath. “Yes, I vote that we do that,” I whispered and reached for the scissors. I unwrapped the large package while they squealed, I was more interested in the note that I knew would come with it. The box was opened and I immediately reached for the paper before Irene took the MacBook. “Oh my goodness! Anna it is a MacBook, and there’s a note attached to it. I can’t believe Jason Micheal is sending you gifts with notes. Can I read it?” “Go ahead,” I giggled, I knew that it would be cute notes. The one with me had more length and I knew it was going to be very personal.

I normally buy them their respective gifts because they always share it at the end of the day, so I stopped buying double. They open their gifts "Wow This is the latest Apple MacBook pro" Riley says "Aah!!!! Its - it’s an Xbox one!!!" Robyn screams... "Thank you, mommy we love our gifts," they hug me Raven takes out two boxes small boxes... He hands them one... They open it, it is the two Necklaces... "Thank you daddy, can you put it on for us please?" Robyn asks "Yes princess" Raven puts the necklace on Robyn's neck, and I put one on Riley's neck.

Asher asks. I eye the MacBook laptop on the bed. It’s still in the pack. There’s a note attached to the end. On closer look, I see it’s a note wishing me the best of this new year with love from Mum and Josef. I crumple the note and toss it in the trash can by the door. Asher groans, he shakes his head when my eyes fall on him.

“Um…did you know you had a tail?” I spun around. “Really? And I’m not in pain?” The three of them snorted and shook their heads. “Fuck. Don’t do that.” Henry gave me a quick high five. “The gift was appreciated.” “Already gone?” He smiled and shrugged. I rolled my eyes and opened up my locker. Steph reached into my locker and grabbed one of my notebooks, shoving it into her bag. We looked at her, eyebrows raised. “What? History test is open notes.”

Lucas placed the books and posters on the center table. The ladies screamed in excitement as the men looked on, amused at their enthusiasm. "I also have tickets here for the cinema. It's for the movie she's in right now, Witches and Bandits, so if you're interested, here are some.." "I'll watch! I'll definitely watch! Oh! Thank you Diana!" Willa jumped up to hug Diana tight, making both of them sway. "Please thank your mom for us, dear. These gifts are precious." Old Madam Barnes were actually teary-eyed.

“You’re brutal. Correct, but brutal.” By 4:00 PM, the gifts had escalated to the absurd. A first edition of The Great Gatsby—because I had once mentioned I liked the tragedy of it. A set of Japanese calligraphy pens—because I liked to doodle on my scripts. A box of pastries from a bakery in Paris—flown in fresh that morning. “Okay, the croissants stay,” Katherine declared, shielding the pastry box with her body. “I have moral boundaries, and wasting French butter crosses them.”

"Hey, there is a good notebook there. I know you would like it." I just let Jinx drag me towards a bookstore since he already paid the things we bought in the boutique. He showed me the dark yellow notebook. Actually, it was a small one that could be used as a diary and it was strong in just one look. But when I saw that it costs thousands, I frowned. "I have no money, Jinx." He shook his head and hold on it. "I will be the one buying. This will be my gift to you." I bit my lower lip, feeling shy again. "You wasted money just for me.. It was just me you do not have to do efforts with, Jinx."

Yam didn’t read it twice. Franc read the details over his shoulder and made a joke about the amount being “just enough for three candles and a good coffee.” They laughed. But the laugh didn’t stretch as far as usual. It stopped somewhere halfway to joy. Later that evening, while Yam labeled his bags, Franc brought out a gift: a small notebook he’d designed himself. The cover was painted—two figures walking separate paths toward a shared skyline. The brush strokes shimmered with soft hues, like twilight over rooftops.