Mystery Books Box Novels & Stories

My lips part as I walk back into the house. I place the box on the breakfast table before looking at the flower. They smell so nice. “Secret admirer?” Quinn asks, walking down the stairs towards me, and I shake my head because I have no idea who would send me this. First, I check the books. They are special editions with sprayed edges that I have been looking for for a year now. It’s a dragon series that I started a couple of years back. I can’t help but chuckle because even when I tried to order them, it took me a long time.

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.

Although she had not opened the box, Thea knew the Book of Malice was within the box and would also have records of Demonic Breath and Murderous Energy. After thinking for a while, she picked up the needles and inserted them into the box. Click! The box opened instantly. As expected, there was indeed a book within it. The book was stored in a sealed box and was preserved well. Thea looked at the book with hesitation and contemplated if she should open it to take a look. She wondered if she should practice Demonic Breath and Murderous Energy. After contemplating for a while, she could not resist the temptation and opened it to read through it.

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.

She asked I shook my head, muttering a ‘no’ underneath my breath. We both leaned over to examine it together. It was a small brown box with no return address, or even a name, there was nothing to indicate where it had come from or who had sent it. "That's weird," I said, reaching for it. Lisa grabbed my wrist, stopping me. "Wait. Do you know what happens when mysterious unmarked boxes are delivered to pretty rich heiresses?" I looked at her, trying not to smile. "Lisa." "They explode," she said dramatically. "Or they contain threatening letters or biological hazards or-“

But curiosity had always been her fatal flaw. The case opened with a soft click. Inside were books—beautiful, leather-bound, centuries old. Mira ran her fingers along their spines, marveling at the craftsmanship. At the end of the row, nestled between a Shakespeare folio and a medieval manuscript, was a box. Not a book box. A wooden box, carved with symbols she didn't recognize, its surface worn smooth by time. Mira lifted the lid. Inside was a photograph.

Though there were many poisons recorded in the book, there was nothing noteworthy about their features and traits that I could use to compare them to the poison of the snake. After a while, I reached my limit and started to give up. I filed the books back to where I’d found them, and just as I was about to leave, I noticed a large wooden box in the corner. I approached it curiously. It was made of black wood and had some intricate carvings I couldn’t make out across the top. Most importantly, it was locked with an enormous gold lock. When the librarian walked by, I pulled her aside. “Are there any books in this box?” I wondered.

My apologies for the inconvenience, but I will accompany you to your order, which may or may not be in the same box as the one you're searching for. I followed him to a spot where there were a huge number of books, and I found them interesting. Despite the fact that the quality of the books differs from one to the next, each big box holds a single book. One in particular is outstanding, yet there is something about it that is on the point of bursting into flames. " There are some similarities between the other volumes, which are well organized and make it easy to find the information you need. Because I'm fatigued, it's tough for me to complete this sort of activity at this time.

He hesitated before taken it "What's this?" he asked "Oh! It's for your dad. I passed by his house but he wasn't around. So, I was directed by your secretary to your place. I want you to give it to him. It was sent by my mom. And please do not open this book." he gave me a confused look and asked "Do you trust me?" I furrowed my brows and said "No. If your cousin Adrian doesn't, why should I? And... why would you even ask me that?"

•flashbacks• Eamon hurriedly tuck the boxes in the power bike. He wasn’t supposed to do the delivery but since his colleague wasn’t here yet. He had to go in his stead. Help him do the delivery. He pulled over at the address given to him and came down from the bike. Holding the boxes. Marching towards the apartment. He knocked for a couple of times no reply. And he decided to turn the door knob and he did. The door opened with no one in sight.