Booktok Box Advent Calendar Novels & Stories

But a moment later she doubted that they were valuable because if they were, Rebecca should have hidden them in a safe. "Shall we open the second box?" "Great idea. I'm also curious about its contents." Blakely opened the second box in the same way. She tore the seal on the duct tape attached to the lid of the box and then she opened the lid of the box wide. Inside she found a medium-sized book with a pink cover with a red heart. Arthur lifted the book. He flipped through the contents with a furrowed brow because he couldn't read yet. "What is this?"

But I winked at her and she couldn’t fight back a giggle. It was already three-forty and Bill was coming back from his break. Good. I liked sharing my breaks with him, but if I had to check what Big Ellie had left for me, it was better if nobody was waiting for me, or paying attention to how long I took in the restrooms. I found two black boxes in the locker. The smaller one held a dozen beads. A dozen! I could’ve gotten hard just by thinking all I could do with so many. The other box was still wrapped and sealed, like it held something brand new, with a personal card on top.

Why fixate on a pregnant woman fresh out of a shattered mate bond? Adrian read my confusion. A blush crept up his neck, more visible in the candlelight. "I don't know if you remember this." He produced a small, elegant box. I expected something valuable — a gemstone, perhaps. Instead, he pulled out a wrapper. A bread wrapper. Crumpled, faded, utterly unremarkable. I had no idea what to make of this Alpha's unusual hobby. Seeing my bewilderment, his face fell slightly.

That was what I told myself, anyway. When I finally got out of bed, I noticed something outside my front door , a small box, neatly wrapped in white paper with a soft gray ribbon tied around it. My brows furrowed. I opened the door slowly and picked it up. There was a card on top. The handwriting was familiar, steady, careful. “For you. I know mornings haven’t been easy lately. You deserve something that makes you smile again. Adrian.” Inside the box were small thing? a lavender-scented candle, a pack of chocolate biscuits, a tiny note that said “Breathe.” and a flower pin. I stood there for a long moment, holding it, unsure how to feel.

I am just unlucky, and that sucks. I gently touch each and everything I can reach and it is wildly satisfying. I continued roaming until I stumbled upon a big old chest box. Today is my mom's 3rd year death anniversary, and I have never seen this box before. "That's weird," I whispered. I pull the heavy box towards the chair so I can sit. I easily opened the box because it has no lock. Maybe they are cleaning the house and left this precious box here. Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book.

Inside them are personalized teddies, the exact same ones that were taken from here that the police still have, along with a personalized bedtime storybook each. It probably means more to me that he has got them than the actual girls. Katy instantly cuddles hers while Isabella tries to read her book. “Right, that is all the girls’. This one is for you, Mum.” Jackson hands his mum the small box. Inside is a beautiful broach, something she loves. “Thank you, son.” Hugging him, she smiles. “This one is for you.” Handing Jackson the box, he opens it and laughs. Everyone looks at him, confused.

That’s when I saw it. On his nightstand, half-hidden under a book, the corner of a small velvet box. Black. Square. The kind that makes a girl’s heart stop. I sat up slowly. “Adrian.” He followed my gaze, saw the box, and went very still. “It’s not—” He blew out a breath. “It’s not for you. Not yet.” I reached over and picked it up anyway. Opened it. Inside was a stunning solitaire on a thin rose-gold band. Simple. Perfect.

She grabs one and opens it to find a dark green jade beaded bracelet, she slides it on and tightens it with her teeth, stuffing the wrapping paper into the now empty stocking, the next was a dark red leather bundle, which when she unrolled it had a large selection of double ended woodworking tools, there are even some she’d never seen before, “Gods, these are incredible.” She opens the last one, which was a box. It was simple, and had no decoration to give her a clue about its contents. But when she opens it, she almost squeals. There was a large selection of truffles, each coated in multicoloured chocolate shells. There was a card in the lid telling her which ones were which. She scans the

doing so. He made me promise not to open it until I was inside, which I figured was his way of saying, 'when he left.' I struggled against the urge to rip it open the moment I entered the house, opting to instead reach my room first. Now, as I caressed the dress in my hands, I found myself saying, "Hawk Gary Moose, you really are something." Just then, I spotted a note lying at the bottom of the box. Reaching for it, I was met with Hawk's smooth handwriting. 'Hey you. Ok, was that a weird way to start? Well, even if it is, I think it's a lot better than the ones I thought of before this. Trust me, you don't want to know what they were.' I could imagine him making a cringe face as he wr

The doorbell over the door rang when he entered, and for an instant, he stood still—not uncertain, but due to the strange warmth that rushed up to meet him. It smelled like cardamom tea and old parchment. Music was playing softly in the background—something acoustic, not jarring. Books lined every wall, their spines lovingly lined up by color and genre. A shelf of poetry books sat in the corner, surrounded by dried lavender and hand-painted bookmarks. And behind the counter. she stood there. Lena had just rolled a stack of children's books under the register when she looked up—and they made eye contact. For the first time.