Novel Box Novels & Stories

Raina had been tucked back into her own bed in her nursery. Arabella was still leaning against the pillows with her hand resting on her stomach, and reading a novel. Adrian hadn’t returned to the room immediately. Instead, he had gone to pick up the large, flat box that Nathan had left at the door. It wasn't a jewelry box; it was wrapped in simple, high-end cream paper. On seeing the package, Adrian’s smile broadened.

I open to find that he is a uninformed man, with a package by his side. I sign the slip, thank the delivery guy, and drag the brown box inside. I find a cutter and I'm about to cut into it. What if it's a bomb? I push it back a bit. But bombs don't come in bigs packages. I go close to the box again and then I cut the top open. Beneath is a shiny black surface. My brows come together in curiosity. What's this? I open the box wider until, a sleek, black, and way too elegant to be normal travel box emerges.

I keep my father's boxing gloves together with his trophies and souvenirs in the last open box. -The plane leaves in two hours, we have to go- my mother appears in my room, I nod, and with nothing more to say she leaves. I close the box and look at my now old room remembering some moments lived in this one. I take the box and a suitcase that is the last thing left and leave the house leaving it in the trunk. I get into the car and I see from the window the house and my mother talking to the real estate agent and give her the keys and then get into the car. She starts the car and I watch as we slowly drift away from the house until we disappear from my sight.

Caleb stood in the hallway holding a folded newspaper and a square wooden box wrapped in brown paper. "Package from Europe," Caleb stated. He handed the items over and retreated. Noah tossed the newspaper onto the mattress. The bold black ink of the headline caught my eye. Iron Vultures Syndicate Secures Major European Shipping Routes. Adrian made his move. Noah set the wooden box on my lap. He sat on the edge of the bed. I ripped the brown paper and popped the lid off the box. A stack of white, hand-knit baby clothes rested inside. The wool felt like clouds against my fingers.

A smirk appeared on her lips, Kaitlyn was really hell-bent on caging her at Jules mansion. She was arranging her books on the shelf when the doorbell rang. Boris got to the door first, but came to Nirvana with a small black box in his hand. “For you.” Boris said, and Nirvana furrowed her brows in confusion as she collected it from him. He stared but didn’t linger and Nirvana checked the letter attached to the box first. — Petale Noir, you were the only one that came to my mind when I saw a fine piece from the glass, I am sure you would suit it.

At that moment, she was like a child who had been given her favorite toy that she had been wishing for so long. Jade sprinted towards the bed, her steps quick and light, her energy and excitement palpable. As she reached the bed, she eagerly picked up the box, her hands barely able to contain the weight of the package. The black box was matte, smooth to the touch, and perfectly square in shape, giving it an air of sophistication and elegance.

With a soft mechanical click, the vault opened. Box 408. Damian stood slightly in front of her as they approached. Nova rolled her eyes. “I’m not made of glass.” “You are to me,” he muttered. She ignored the flutter in her chest and pulled the box from its slot. Inside: A slim black journal, leather-worn and bound in twine A USB drive taped beneath the lid A small velvet pouch

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.

There it sat. A small oak box, barely bigger than a bible. She touched the box. The warmth that met her fingertips made her frown. How was it warm to the touch? Bending down, she examined the strange intricate carvings that littered the scarred surface were symbols she was unfamiliar with. She had a gut feeling that this box was more than it seemed. Lola picked up her newly found treasure and headed to the register, with a smile on her full lips. “Hi Erik,” Lola said as she approached the tall blond man. He turned to look at her from behind the register as he pushed up his wire-rimmed glasses.

An uneasy feeling tugged on her. Serena shook her head. “It’s nothing. You should call him later. Maybe I’m just overthinking it.” Myra’s heart quivered as she responded with an ‘okay’. Before Myra left after breakfast, Lisa stopped her for the first time and handed her a red velvet box. “Take this.” The old lady’s words were brief but to the point. Sᴇarch the FindNovel.net website on G??gle to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.