The Story Of Us Book Gift Mga Nobela at Kwento

Wiping his tears Yui mumbled, “You are always like this, making decisions without asking me. Buying expensive things which occasionally were unnecessary. Sometimes I wanted to scold you for wasting money. But… but with that kind of intention, how can I refuse? But this time, let me buy yours.” Those first words stab Nikka’s conscience deeply, but to the last one, she can’t help herself but to smile widely, and exclaimed, “D*mn, yeah!”, Whatever Yui will give, even if there has none, Nikka was always felt grateful and happy, as Yui is the greatest gift she received in life. “Ah, let’s buy gifts for Nathan, Zitrey, Chimpanzee, and others too, as we never exchange one during Christmas, though I

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The coffee table was cluttered with half-eaten charcuterie boards, a toppled Jenga tower, and enough empty bottles to make us cringe in the morning. We had done it all. Applying face masks while shouting answers at a trivia game, exchanging gifts that somehow ended up with Dove wrapping Khole's present in the hotel's complimentary shower cap because she forgot actual wrapping paper, and dancing in our socks to throwback songs we really should have forgotten by now. Then Khole pulled out a book. She placed a hardcover with her name embossed across the front in gold with First edition boldly written at the down side on the table We all went quiet.

But the maid who had gone with him fumed with anger and ranted, "I clearly heard that ingrate say that this wooden rose was filthy!" The gift itself was not filthy. It was the maker whom he thought was filthy. At that time, Selene forced herself to think of the scar on Zirion's waist and tried her best not to take his rejection to heart. After that, she still gave him gifts. But she never gave him anything she had made herself again.

I sighed inwardly and remembered the gift upstairs that I'd bought him during the shopping trip with Lory. "Give me a minute. I have something for you." I went up, picked it up from Lory's room while she was in the bathroom, and came back down to hand it to him. It was a book on how to deal with grief. I'd found it in the bookshop at the mall, wandering around while Lory was off getting the fashion ring she bought adjusted. He turned it over in his hands. A small smile tugged at his mouth. "Thank you."

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

Dylan's POV I thanked the elderly bookseller before purchasing the novel I had been holding, though I quietly added two more books to the stack after noticing Aliya pause in front of them earlier. She never asked for expensive gifts or expected extravagant surprises, yet I had learned that the quickest way to brighten her entire day was to place a good book in her hands. The shop owner wrapped each one carefully in brown paper before tying them together with a pale blue ribbon, smiling to herself the entire time as though she had already guessed they weren't really for me. When she handed the package across the counter, she leaned toward me ever so slightly and whispered, "Keep giving her re

"Okay, look. This is a small affair and your mom went to a lot of trouble. If you smile and behave, I won't withhold your gift." His eyes narrowed. "Are you my present? Naked in my bed with a giant bow? Otherwise, it might not be worth it." Gah, this man. She reached in the backseat and snatched the package holding his custom-made book. Inside were pictures of people he'd helped with his charity, along with personalized signed notes thanking him. She held up the blue-wrapped box with a green bow. He glanced at the gift, then her. "You won't fit in there."

“What’s so wrong about gifting this book to a couple on their wedding!” I got the book from his hand and put it back on the shelf. “You’re crazy! You can never be serious about this!” I scanned for another book until I got one and handed it to him. “Give them this, instead.” He looked at the book and he frowned at me. "El Hombre La Estela Consolacion? A Spanish book?" He might have wondered why I gave him a Spanish book. "Yes, because obviously, it’s unique," I answered him and laughed. “Which means you'll be the only one to give them a book they won't understand!”

“And he’s my fiancé! What kind of man gives his fiancée textbooks for her birthday? Does he think we’re living in the 18th century?” I couldn’t hold back my laughter. Jack had once given me medical books for my birthday, too. Maybe he and Marvin had crawled out of some old-fashioned era together. “Rose, be honest. Isn’t this the worst gift you’ve ever seen?” Bianca groaned, flopping onto her bed in defeat. I glanced at the books, their thick covers gleaming under the dorm lights. “Well… exams are coming up. Maybe they’ll be useful?” I offered, trying to comfort her.