The Wedding Gift Book Novels & Stories

“I got you a gift.” “You didn’t have to,” she said. “It’s nothing expensive,” he laughed. Then he pulled out a book. Her eyes widened. “It’s the premium edition of Claiming You. Only a few copies were printed. You’re lucky to have one,” Alex said. Before she knew it, she hugged him. She didn’t even think—her heart just told her to. His scent filled her nose. “Thank you,” she whispered. She didn’t know why, but Alex’s scent made her feel calm. She stroked his broad back with her hand, and then quickly realized what she was doing. Lord, what was wrong with her? She was married!

On the day of the wedding, the entire estate was lit up in dazzling brilliance. Guests arrived one after another. Social elites from across Europa, powerful financiers, and representatives from major mafia families all gathered under one roof. Standing before the extravagant scene, Lewis gave a rare smile. After the wedding, he would move into the master suite of the estate with me, and we would finally become a family. With that, all the past arguments and misunderstandings would slowly fade away. Just then, Quinn walked toward Lewis with a smile. She was wearing an ornate wedding dress, the one Lewis had spent a fortune having custom-made in France. It was a one-of-a-kind piece, originally

Deborah was the first to react. She smiled and said, “Oh, Riley, you’re back? Why didn’t you knock? You scared me.” “I went to the bank today. “When we got married, you gave me a twenty-thousand-dollar cash wedding gift. I took it out today. The bank said only two thousand dollars of it was real. The other eighteen thousand dollars were all counterfeit.” The living room fell completely silent upon hearing my words. The smile on Deborah’s face disappeared.

I had no Idea. Then Kie stepped up to me with his gift, It was a beautifully crafted, leather-bound book. The cover was adorned with intricate, silver runes that shimmered in the light, and the pages were filled with stories, poems, and songs that Kie had collected from our adventures together. The book was titled "Whispers of Love," and it was a testament to the special bond between us. As I opened the book, the pages revealed memories, laughter, and tears we had shared, all woven into a tapestry of words that spoke directly to my heart. "Thank you, love, I love it!" I said kissing him.

"Just let me go! I'll never fight with Samantha for anything!" She wanted my boyfriend and my family. I would give them all to her; I would not fight back. Simon stared at me with a deranged expression. "It's too late. Samantha is getting married. I want to give her a perfect wedding gift." I died. He scattered the parts of my body everywhere: into the cesspool, sewer, and even the garbage dump. "Samantha is the most beautiful and kindest woman in the world. As for you, you'll go to hell."

She wasn't a baby-making factory! She glared at Xavier, but he merely gave her a winning smile, looking like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Karen and Melanie came in and handed two booklets to Willow. "These are the lists for the wedding gifts. This one is for the things we've prepared for Gabriella—our families have added items on top of what you and Julian have prepared. "It's been a while since we've had such a celebration—the last was Maisie's wedding. We have to make sure this is a grand occasion."

After repacking her bag she came across a journal book that had a pen holder. She flashed back to the day she received the Journal from Gemma no. She was joyful for a moment until she remembered what happened last night. She couldn't help but shed a tear. As soon as she got over the feeling of sadness she slid the pen out of its holder placed; The wedding Journal in front of her, opened the leather-bound journal,l and opened the first page. The writing prompt was; 🌹A bride must always be organized 🌹 She looked at the heading for a moment and took a deep breath and decided to take the plunge, she took the pen in between her thumb and index fingertips and started writing.

On the wedding day, the banquet hall was exquisitely decorated, alive with the guests' joyful murmurs. I clutched my bouquet, ready to step down the aisle, when the emcee's startled voice cut in. "It's almost time to begin, but the bride's family still isn't here." Gathering the hem of my dress, I gave a reassuring smile. "They just texted me. There's some traffic, so they'll be a few minutes late. It's fine. We can go ahead as planned."

She was taking the present that Lady Georgia was giving her. "Only open it when you are on a rough patch with your husband, darling," her mother reminded her as Becca was tapping her fingers on the present. Then, she shrugged. "This is a rough patch between us," she mumbled before she was sitting at her desk. She was lighting up the candle before she was looking at the wedding gift from her parents. She removed the wrapper before she was looking at the familiar book in her hand, The Niapachad Island; in the perspective of The Origins.

After surviving a kidnapping and being diagnosed with severe PTSD, I became the family's top priority. Every sharp object and glass item in the house was removed. The furniture was wrapped in thick foam padding, until not a single hard edge remained. My parents canceled all business trips. News broadcasts and violent movies were banned from the house. To help me feel safe, they even forced my younger brother, who had just earned a full scholarship to a top university, to stay home and keep me company around the clock. Everything changed on the night of my brother's lavish eighteenth-birthday celebration. When fireworks erupted across the sky without warning, I hallucinated instantly and grab