The Notebook Movie Gifts Novels & Stories

I looked at my screen for a while, smiling. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. But I knew one thing is certain, Elias Rourke had finally noticed me. … On Monday, I arrived to find a tiny box on my desk. Inside were chocolate cookie and a yellow sticky note. > You looked tired on Friday. Chocolates fix everything –G I smiled to myself. “Who’s putting gifts on your desk now?” Nina asked, setting down her coffee and eyeing the box. “Gavin,” I said.

"I'm Gwendolyn Falsimmo, and my gift is a pair of pearls. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." "I'm Sinistra Clancy, from Silverton's Ivy Commerce. My gift is a McLaren. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." "I'm Mirabel Constance, and my gift is an ancient recipe. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." … The gifts quickly turned into a sizable pile.

The name at the centre of the card on the other side leaves me stunned. It’s a note from Nina. ‘Dropped by to see you’re gone. Here’s a gift, you’ll need it. Wink wink.’ I read. Written with black ink in her cursive hand writing is this message. I drop the card on my bed and take out the wrapped item. I rip the gift paper off. A stunned look plasters my face for a second followed by a smile. Nina must’ve given a lot of thought into this before sending me this gift. I’ll be stuck in here for God knows how long but my bet is for weeks! My back sinks back into my pillows, my hands still holding the package.

A couple minutes later, the doors slid open with a hiss, and she found a young man standing there in with a flat, medium-sized package in his hands, approximately the size of a book. "If you could just sign here, please." She scribbled her name on the scanning device and thanked him, holding out until he disappeared back into the elevator before giving in to her base, animal urge to rip open the box. It was too compact to be anything too outrageous, at least, but to be honest, she was going to be a little disappointed if it really ended up being a book of some sort. She needed something to stimulate her deadened mind - ...An iPad? It looked horribly expensive, but she supposed someone like D

It was a family record, a document of accumulation. "If you have it," Don said. "I have it," Thomas said. "It was in the notebook she kept. I have a notebook." He looked at the programme in front of him, then back at Don. "I will bring it in the spring." "Thank you," Don said. The direct receiving. Not effusive, not performative. Simply the acknowledgment of a gift offered and accepted.

It takes me forever to fall asleep, but I dream about Onyx when I do. I hunt down a gift bag in my closet and slip the bag with my shirt and letter inside. I also added a candle I had picked up at the store and a small notebook and pen set I planned to give as a gift. I add a small thank you note for Clara, letting her know the gifts are for her. Then add tissue paper and set off to find Clara. They were preparing to load up in the car when I arrived. “I am going to be so sad without you two,” I say as I hug her tightly, then take Lobo out of her hands for one last squeeze. Reluctantly I must give him back sooner than I wish. “You will see him again soon. We will plan a trip or something if

It had been embarrassing, trying to hide from her while she pressed on until I admitted to writing little novels in notepads as a teenager. This morning, a pretty girl with short blonde hair and a Russian name I could not quite catch came in with a large brown package and handed it to Anya. "What's that?" My gaze shifted from the box in her hand to the receding back of the hot blonde. "Just a little gift, for my little girl, for being so strong and getting through this. You are about to be discharged today, you deserve a present." It was a very weird reason to give someone a present, but I accepted it anyway, pulling open the brown wrapping paper and then the white cardboard inside. My eyes

The latter said. "Please bring in the gift," "Okay Boss," he said. Kay bought a gift for her on his way back. The gift was packaged neatly in a suitcase. It contained a fluffy dress, different bars, sizes and shapes of chocolates, wine, fried and crusty chicken, a pair of shoes, perfumes and some books on personal development by her favourite author. Tony Robbins. As the guard brought the gift in, Kay asked him to keep it in the sitting room for later. "Kay, what would you like to eat?" Carmen asked.

Andre speaks softly standing beside where Dylan is sitting, “just so you know, it was my idea since you’re going to be a TA next year. I know it’s not the floral Gucci leather notebook you were looking at...but my phone did that weird thing where it sends me ads based on a conversation I had in real life…and it made me think of you and mom needing ideas—but yeah, so I get the credit for that one.” Dylan lifts his head to find Andre with this adorable little smile that he can’t help but to kiss him for. “how did i get so lucky?” “i ask myself that everyday—” There’s a few more gifts remaining to be opened and Dylan just sighs, voice nearly breaking all over again “this is really too much..” “

‎His hand finds my thigh under the table, squeezing. ‎Heat flares. ‎After dinner, gifts under the tree. ‎Olga gives me a delicate silver necklace with a ruby pendant—“For luck, dorogaya.” ‎Elias gets a set of premium tools from Mikhail—“For the garage. And to fix my Porsche when I break it.” ‎Andrei gives me a custom sketchbook—“For your doodles. Mikhail says you’re talented.” ‎I blush. ‎Mikhail’s gift to me is last: a weekend trip to a cabin in Aspen—“Just us. No distractions.”