Pandora's Box Book Novels & Stories

Pandora cleaned some of the dirty kitchen utensils, after which she took advantage of the calmness she had to sink in amongst the books on the storied and towering shelves. In front of Pandora moments ago were the selected readings, set aside and brought to the room she was supposed to be going to now. She picked up romantic stories to lean on in her boredom later. Sorting out which ones were the right ones for her mind to rest on. Pandora was happy to be reading a book of her choice. There were so many that she had to carry heavy books with difficulty. Although it was even more difficult to face something out of the blue. Suddenly. Not even the thought of including the polite name Kingston

She clenched her thighs, nervousness seizing her all of a sudden. She stared at the bed, seeing the black box right in the middle. She gulped, whispering to herself in intrigue, “Pandora’s box!!” Why did Cassandra leave it there? Oh no… She already felt tempted. Goddammit. It was too much. Cassandra said not to open it… but she could touch it right? She climbed on the bed, crawled to the middle and using a finger she tapped on the box.

She takes the steps in front of the next door, as words suddenly form, written through blood and by a feathered pen as the voice speaks. “Tickled and prickled, trick and prick. She to whom innocence lies within the boundary of her craft and imagination, the mistress took a pity, yet rather an inevitable choice. Holding the box that hides the truth, the very beginning, and the promise of an end. Would you dare to see the contents of the PANDORA’S BOX?” Prick by the outmost interest of the name and the infamous box of the old told tale of the first women Pandora, or so does she. The voice asks her and for the first time after the last stage, it wonders and lays the words.

Flipping to the next page of his book, he smiled happily due to the immense joy he deprived in reading a good book. If there's anything he loves more than tranquility and his girlfriend Jessica, then it's reading a book. Without diverting his gaze from the pages, he sipped lightly from the cup of espresso that's in his possession. Jinx, engrossed in reading while sipping coffee, had grown oblivious of his surroundings—including his best friend, Leonard, who's seated across from him.

Zariah did not despise a nap, and Pandora did not deny her that right at that hour. Pandora had rid herself of her leather and silver armour, wearing a long-sleeved blouse coupled with a pair of brown pants. With the way she held her hair back, one could easily mistake her for a handsome man. After staring out of the windows for too long, sketching in a hand-sized book, Pandora fell victim to her thoughts. Things were moving smoothly with Roxanne Beaumont since their date, and she could not deny her intelligence, but Pandora was more consumed by her interest in the Queen. The alpha pulled out of her seat when someone entered her room without permission. She was going to rant, as no one but Z