This Book Is Not A Present Novels & Stories

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

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Seema turned. “Come in.” Adrian’s PA stepped in, holding a small black gift bag. “Good afternoon. I was instructed to deliver this.” Seemah frowned, watching as she placed bag on her desk. She slowly reached inside, pulling out the book. “Is this printed?” “You didn’t specify condition, only that you wanted it. It’s every page. Bound. Yours.” Seemah blinked. Then the PA pulled out the wine in shock. “Where did you get this?’

"I did get you something though." "Greyson, I thought we agreed not to do anything this year-" "Open the damn present, sugar," Greyson said and rolled his eyes. He passed Indianna a present and she couldn't help but smile. "Thank you," she said softly and opened the present. She laughed. "A children's book?" "I will not let my children's heads be filled up with that nonsense from the book my mother gave you," Greyson said.

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I tore open the present I had brought her. "It's titled Three Realms. It's a love story I would want you to pay attention to." "Ok." I watched as she examined the book cover. "That's a princess with a body of bones, would the book be scary?" She was watching me with gazes that were doing things to me. "No, I told you it's a love story. I'll be going for breakfast and I'll definitely bring yours when I'm done." "Can I go check up on Belle?"

I said. " Don't think so much, accept them with a sweet thank you. Someone must have made a lot of effort to find suitable gifts for you without any help. At least appreciate the efforts. " Chris said. I wanted to argue but Aunt Sophie shook my head and signaled me to open them. I did open the first one. I was surprised when I removed the wrapping paper, it was a book, a book?? Really? I gasped when I saw it was, PANTONE VIEW Home + Interiors 2024 book.

Chapter – 0003 GRACE He doesn’t even look down at what he’s holding. “Is this a welcome-to-the-neighborhood gift?” “Yes, I’ve come to say hello, but instead of bringing a fruitcake, I brought you sex dolls, condoms, and lube. Nothing screams ‘Hi, neighbor!’ quite like that.” “I could take a pass on the sex dolls, unless you’re into that kind of thing obviously. But a neighbor who looks like you bringing condoms and lube? Well, then: Hello, neighbor.” He grins.

She beamed at him while her fingers traced it outlines. "Can I open it?." He nodded. "I'm a bit old fashioned but I hope you like it." He said,his eyes still fixed at the small wrapped present. He looked calm but deep inside,his heart were racing like that of sport cars. He dearly hoped,she'd love it. Remembering Louis words about ladies and perfection. She gasped again,looking unbelievably at him holding the book dearly. Not just any book,it was a personalized Paris Photo Album he made for her.