Mystery Books Box Novels & Stories

I said. “I have no idea where it is,” “Ade can show you,” “Follow me,” she stated. Then again I have left there all alone in my office with a stack of paperwork but the box on the desk had intrigued me like there was a pull towards it. It could be a bomb but I couldn’t care because the curiosity was killing me. I opened up to see a stack of books. The first one was the Spanish love deception. I had yet to read it but someone knew that and sent it to me. Opening it carefully, it was signed by Elena Armas and read a little note.

Proved, he struggled against the purse strings of his family and their power. “That should be Shayla. Want to open the next package? I’ll get the door.” Greta released the box and went back to the door. “Hey, you missed the opening of the first mystery package of the morning. It’s a doll and doesn’t claim it as yours. Bad things happen after that. I also suspect we don’t know its full history.” “More of the weird and wacky? I wonder if any other groups get such unique gifts. Any idea of what to do with these things?”

By mid-afternoon, everyone understood the pattern. Naomi explained the beginning. Adrian explained the protection. Arthur would explain the motive. We gathered around the shelf carrying his name. Four boxes. Only four. Compared to everything else, they seemed strangely small. Mara opened the first. Letters. The second. Meeting notes. The third. Personal journals. The fourth stopped the room cold. Inside sat a single binder. Nothing else. No loose papers. No photographs. No folders.

I will be back shortly. Mia dropped her book bag by the door. As she walked to the bedroom, she wondered what Ryan had in store for her. Sitting on the bed was a single box with a simple ribbon holding it closed. Mia untied the ribbon and slipped the top off the box. Inside, she saw brilliant blue and soft white articles of clothing. She laid the items on the bed and took inventory of what was enclosed.

He says it with so much certainly I believe him. “Hmm. Do you want me to try them on now?” I’m exhausted at the very idea. “No, we have spa appointments downstairs. I’ll leave them here for you to go through whenever you like.” Making his way over to a big white box on the sofa, he adds, “This is also yours. I have no idea what’s in it, and I was told I wasn't allowed to open it.” He points at it and stares at me, the silent message clear. He wants me to open it so he can see inside.

I headed toward the back room and started looking for the box she'd mentioned. I was curious why those books weren't allowed to be read freely. Was it because they were old? I opened the box and found several old books with dark brown, tan, reddish, and primarily black leather covers, each with a unique texture. The titles were stamped in faded gold lettering. There were about ten thick books in total. It almost slipped out of my hands when I picked up the last one. It fell to the floor, landing face up to reveal the title: "The Dark History of the Maximillian Kingdom."

The following day, I found myself perched on the couch as I waited for them to return, clutching the box like it was a lifeline. Then came the knock—thud, thud, thud. "Sir, you're here!" The door revealed a group larger than yesterday's trio, including Scarface. A few new faces had joined the crowd. "I didn't trust you to play fair, so I brought extra backup." Scarface motioned, and his goons tied me up and grabbed the box. With his nod, the box was cracked open and inspected with a few prods. My heart was slamming against my chest, and it was the only sound in the tense quiet.

Maybe he bought another dress for an upcoming event? Stepping into the room, Just like Aliya said, there's a black box sitting on the bed. It's cube-like shape is different from the square box packaging the dresses usually come in so I wonder what this one could be. Removing the cover of the box, there's a white paper covering the content so I take it out too and freeze upon seeing what's in the box. I sit on the bed so I don't fall from the light headed feeling that surges through me.

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."