The Story Of Us Book Gift Novels & Stories

It reminds me that there are people out there walking hand in hand with me through this journey. And speaking of gifts 🌸—if you’d like to support me further, GoodNovel has made it easy to send little tokens of appreciation through gifts. A gift, no matter how small, means the world to me because it tells me, “Serena, I believe in your story, keep going.” That kind of encouragement is priceless. Writing can be tough—there are nights when the words refuse to flow, or when I wonder if anyone truly connects with the characters. But knowing that you’re out there reading, commenting, gifting, and cheering me on makes me stronger and inspires me to keep creating for you. If you’ve enjoyed the book

"Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, look at this!" Mark was holding up a phone. "Someone's sending nasty texts to Mommy! This is so wrong!" The screen showed a text message: [Viola, your parents, mate, and son all belong to me now. You can't compete with me. I'll take everything you own!] [Viola, don't think ignoring me will make this go away! Didn't you say you'd give me the company? Why does the ownership still belong to you?] [Viola, you lied to me! I'm going to tell Mom and Dad you've been picking on me!]

It was limited edition merch from one of my favorite romance novels, which basically means it came with a caution label: “Warning, financially devastating. Do not look directly at checkout total.” But he can afford it, so naturally he decided to play Fairy Godmother and drop it into my lap like a casual Tuesday surprise. Which would be sweet — heart-attack-level sweet — if he didn’t seem to think my happiness lives exclusively in the “luxury goods” section of his brain.

Minnie muttered struggling to open the package. “ Let me help you with that” Jace mumbled, collecting the gift from her. “ No, don't worry –i want to open my baby's gift myself” Minnie mumbled gushing happily “ Mmm…” Jace rasped “ What,are you jealous??” Minnie asked, checking out the necklace Sofia got her and some pile of books. “ This explains why the package was heavy, how did she know my favourite author” Minnie gushes out arranging the books on her shelf.

Just imagine the limited edition of the book you really want is already within your reach but our boss doesn't want to give it to you. He raised his eyebrows at me."Nah, money can't buy happiness. Try hard to get this book. I gave it as a gift to you earlier but you didn't want..." "I didn't notice! I didn't know it was a limited edition! Just give the freaking book to me!" Oh my gosh! I am so mad, I really don't want someone who doesn't give me what I want! Of course. "No, Evianna. I won't." He said more and stuck out his tongue at me.

I swallowed thickly under the force of his attention and pulled the book out of my bag, slamming it onto the desk. “What’s this for?” I snapped. His attention was diverted as he looked at the book. When he looked back up, his lips were slightly lifted. “You’ve received my gift.” Heat and annoyance churned in my chest. Was that all he had to say? “Take it back.” “No.” I reared back at the force and speed of his refusal. He leaned back, fixing me with a steady look. “It was a gift freely given. Taking it back would be discourteous and a violation of basic etiquette.” he said. “I've never done so in the past and we won't do it now.”

"Alright, let's continue." We had finally circled the entire store and filled the basket with a bunch of things he would like. The Captain America shirt being one, along with a giant pack of Sour Patch Kids and all three of the Lord of the Rings movies even though I was pretty sure he had them all. Still, it was on sale, and I was not going to miss a bargain. In addition to that, we also threw in a Starbucks gift card, a pack of prisma color markers since he told me once he loved to draw when ever he actually had time, and lastly a book that contained endless photos and information of outer space. I was taking a risk putting the book in there, because I was the only one that knew he was abso

“They told me a story about a dragon.” There was a short pause. “Do they like stories?” “Yes.” Another message appeared. “What’s their favorite one?” “The bear who builds a rocket.” He paused again. “That sounds like the astronaut dream.” “Yes.” For a moment the conversation stopped. Then another message came. “I was thinking about something.” “What?” “Would it be okay if I sent them something?” My chest tightened a little. “What kind of thing?” “A book,” he said. I stared at the message. Gifts were a step forward.

Matteo lingered on the door until I knelt down and held out the sketchbook. "I got this for you," I said softly, holding my breath as I anticipated his answer. He paused… then came forward, taking the gift with trembling hands. He opened it immediately, running fingers over the empty paper and crayons. He glanced up at me—quiet thanks shining in his eyes, clutching it like it might disappear. Elaine was behind them, her arms crossed but smiling. "You look like hell," she said with affection. "But I'm glad you're here.”

It was a gift from her grandmother back when she had been a kid however when Ella and her mother had been moving from town to town, avoiding debt collectors, she had lost it. She knew that this book was not exactly what she had had back then but the fact that he had just sent her this made her feel warm inside. When they had a pillow talk and talked about their childhood, he had truly listened to her. There was a card inside. The card simply read ‘To learn more about you’. It was not signed but she knew who had sent the book. Other than her mother who probably had forgotten about it, only Javier knew about it.