Adult Book Boxes Novels & Stories

There was a bedroom, a sitting room, a study with an empty desk, and a smaller room off the side that still had a low shelf running round it at about the height of a child. Some of it was for a girl of six. Some of it wasn't — the desk, the reading chair, a shelf of things somebody had clearly bought for a woman. Then I saw the boxes. They were stacked along the wall of the sitting room, three deep in places, and every one had a label on it with a year and my name. I put my hand on the nearest and looked at Evander. "Go on," he said. The first box I opened was old enough that the tape had yellowed. Inside was a set of six children’s books, still held together by the original sleeve.

"It's Christmas?" "Yeah. Christmas morning." Grace looked at the box. "Is that...?" "For you. Yes." "Aiden, you didn't have to—" "I know. But I wanted to." He picked up the box and held it out. "Here." Grace took it slowly. The wrapping paper was simple. Green with a white ribbon. She sat down next to him and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a sketchbook. Black leather cover. Thick, cream-colored pages. High quality. Grace stared at it. "A sketchbook?"

That wouldn’t be too much, right? Stepping forward, I run my hand along the first box I find and pull open the flaps, revealing the many books that are lying inside. "Hm," I can’t stop the curiosity that begins to flare as I examine the titles. Most are clearly spell books, but there is one in particular that draws my attention. "Artes Obscurae."

With trembling hands, she carefully unwraps the ribbon and peels away the paper, revealing a small, intricately carved wooden box. Inside the box, nestled on a bed of velvet, lies a collection of items: a silver bookmark engraved with her favorite quote, a miniature easel with a tiny canvas, and a delicate locket with an old photograph of them. Her breath catches in her throat as she lifts each item out, memories flooding back with each one. A note rests at the bottom of the box. She unfolds it, recognizing Alex’s handwriting immediately: “For the moments that make you who you are. - A”

The box had a latch in its corner, her hands reached for it to pull it open. Reaching inside the box after opening it, Maddie took out a book with thick leather covers that looked ancient. There was a pen inside the book with a small part of it hanging out of it. She heaved in another sigh as she flipped the book open, starting from the first page to reveal drawings of clothing designs and as she flipped more pages opened, more designs were revealed, ranging from dresses to skirts to trousers to tops. Maddie's finger ran through each and every one of the designs on the book, a certain heaviness weighing greatly in her heart.

Her eyes shifted to the list of books in her hands, realizing the daunting task ahead of them. Arranging hundreds of books seemed like a monumental undertaking. As they opened one of the boxes filled with books, a cloud of dust rose into the air, irritating their noses. The room suddenly echoed with the sounds of sneezes, causing a momentary pause in their progress. The copies of the books they were handling showed signs of age and wear. Some were tattered, with pages on the verge of separating from their bindings. Folded pages were scattered throughout, but Ruby had a fondness for such books, appreciating their character and history.

She narrowed her eyes slightly as she reached out and took the box directly from the maid's hand to open it. It looked like a book wrapped in brocade. Heather's breathing became more rapid. She quickly unwrapped the brocade cloth while trying to calm her racing heart. Inside, she discovered a book, but it wasn't the one she had been dreaming about— it was a book on meditation. ‘A meditation book?!’ From surprise to great disappointment, she suddenly raised her head and stared at Alexander angrily. "What do you mean by this?!" Her reaction seemed to be within Alexander's expectations. He raised his eyebrows. "What’s wrong? Don't you like this gift?

Let's keep it in the basement by myself. I walked to her room and searched for a big box and I found it beside the bathroom door. I opened the box and looked inside. There were a bunch of papers having sketches and scribblings. Okay. I think this is it. I looked for a cellophane tape and found it in the cabinet of her table. I taped the box on the above and lifted it. I thought it'll be light but it was heavy. I placed it on the floor. How could a bunch of papers be this heavy? I opened the tape and looked into the box to check what was inside. I took the paper out of the box and placed it beside me and found a lot of books under it. Does this mean 'don't judge a book by it's cover' ? I let

“You can open them now.” I looked up at the brown wooden box that he was holding. It wasn’t an overly large box, but it was still substantial enough to require the use of both hands. He cautiously set it in my lap. I ran my hand over its plain, smooth surface. Just by looking at its hardware and finish, it was easy to tell that it was a very old box. My heart picked up speed as I looked up at him. “Is this?” He nodded. “It’s your magic box.”

I replied back as I stretched my hands to remove the painting but it didn’t move, instead it slid and revealed a medium sized box. I took the box out and placed it on the desk. It was an old mahogany box with gold engravings on it. “Sinclair” I opened it carefully and revealed a very thick brown greenish book with about 200 pages made of parchment or something like and had the title written on it with big bold handwriting: “BOOK OF SHADOWS” I smiled happily, I couldn’t believe that I had it in my hands and looked at Kevin who was still anxious saying: “We found it” he nodded his head and was about to speak when we suddenly heard an applause behind us.