Break Your Box Novels & Stories

Only three colors existed in the whole apartment: white, black, and different shades of gray, it seemed so cold and unwelcoming. After nearly a half-hour of letting the hot water rush over her, she finally dragged herself out of the shower. Upon her clothes sat a little stuffed animal, a wildcat, with a little red bow around its neck that read “Merry Christmas” on it and a small black box between its paws. Sam laughed as she picked up the little stuffed cat giving it a small hug then turned her attention to the box. She set down the cat and opened the box to reveal a silver necklace with a wildcat pendant.

With a loud clatter, the only thing my mother had left me slid toward the edge. I lunged for it, but in his drunken rage, he was too strong. He grabbed my wrist and pinned it against the wall. With a sickening crash, the crystal box hit the floor. The broken melody stopped abruptly on its last, fragile note. Shards of crystal scattered across the floor. I watched the glittering fragments fly and broke free with all my might to gather them. The moment my hand touched the floor, a sharp piece drove deep into my palm. Blood seeped from between my fingers, trickling onto the shattered remains.

Even though I hadn't been paying full attention, a few rules had managed to stick. "In case you forgot, dating a teacher is strictly prohibited, handsome." I turned back around to face them. They were frantically trying to fix their clothes. The guy froze mid-buttoning when he realized I hadn't left yet. He turned toward me, his wide eyes locking onto mine as he took me in. I cleared my throat. "But hey, whatever. Rules are meant to be broken." He looked away and resumed buttoning his shirt. I let out a sharp sigh. "Next time, be more careful. Not everyone is as nice as I am," I deadpanned.

I would be out of here and finally, escape from the warlock. I was about to approach the door when it flung open and I spotted the warlock, standing in the doorframe. With widened eyes, I stopped dead in my tracks and watched as his lips moved. He thrust his hand toward me as blue smoke came out of his palms, knocking me down on the ground and making me lose my grasp on the box. I stumbled on the ground as my elbows caught my weight. But the sound of glass breaking made me avert my attention to the broken box beside me.

Chapter 149 There were a lot of boxes I walked through and I saw one with a padlock on it. It was very heavy I tried to find some metal to break it but I didn’t get any material to help me open it. The shark started spilling waited so I thought I had to go with the box. Dad the box was very dirty and it was with certain bad smell but I didn’t mind. We came back to where we left and immediately I went to find some rock to help me break the box.

Asking for more. Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath a raw shudder. "I have to ask you this" he said. His voice sounded hoarse and he still held her. "Do you love me?" Do you still love me? Say it! Say it!" Jeremy demanded. Penny broke away from him with a last effort gathered from the remnants of her waning strength. She gathered herself quickly, straightening her shoulders and nodding even though her breath came in gasps and her lips stung from his kiss. She walked unsteadily across to the window and stood staring out into the darkness... Her back towards him.

I say again, louder this time. My reflection disagrees. I can see it in my own eyes—the truth I'm trying to bury. I didn't do the right thing. I did the safe thing. The selfish thing. The cowardly thing. My fist connects with the mirror before I realize I'm moving. Glass explodes. Pain radiates up my arm, sharp and immediate. Blood wells from cuts across my knuckles, dripping into the sink. I stare at the blood spreading across white porcelain. "This is nothing," I whisper to the shattered reflection. "Nothing compared to what I did to her."

If you take the time to open the box before you chuck it into the bin, you should have an idea of my intentions this morning before I caught you in bed with someone I thought was a friend. Before I get the courage to open the box, a million thoughts are racing through my head. What is in this box? It must be something very important to him; he left it here for me to see. Is this what my life has come to, a box and three broken hearts? The box is black; it is the kind of box you buy in gift stores, the ones that are already made, the pop a present in sorts. I take the lid off; there is another box, a box in a box, this one a fragment smaller, this one a deep red, a perfect color between black

O god *sob* " Either you open it by yourself or I will break it ... *Bang* Because one thing is sure that no one can save you from me tonight... *Bang* You shouldn't have kicked me , Now see what I do with you, just open this door once... *Bang* If you're assuring yourself by saying that I can't break it , than darling.... Free advice.. Do not take my physical ability lightly because I will break this door completely *Bang*

His mother had sometime in the past made a strange statement to him. " In due time , what you seek to know will be in your possession." He muttered. Then, his thoughts fired. The box could possibly not be in his mother's room anymore. Since he had already ransacked the whole room and was unable to find any object even similar to the box he was looking for, the only probable place he could find it was in his own room. He rushed into his room and first observed with his eyes. Then he saw it. The box was just placed openly on his bed beside the pillow. Hisother was right the whole time. She kept to her words. In due time, he would know everything he needed to know. The time cane and the box was