Pandora's Box Short Story Novels & Stories

It was true that the Queen was the only person who knew how to open the Thousand Variations Box, but Madame Pandora had seen her open it so many times that she could do it with her eyes closed. After getting her hands on the second half of the Holy Jade Scripture, Madame Pandora quickly delivered it out of the capital city and escaped with her family. After all, she knew what would be coming for her once someone found out that she had stolen the gift meant for the Goddess of Light. However, it never crossed her mind that she would be stopped by a group of men-in-blacks just as she was about to cross the border. Harper laughed coldly when he heard her reply. He shook his head and said, "Your

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.

he said sincerely and handed me the enameled box. "I'm sorry about what Firo did, there is no excuse for his behavior and I swear I will do something about it, for you and Luna," he swore and bowed his head. I thanked him and Remus walked him to the door to see him out. Rae took the box from me and lifted the lid. She gasped at the tiny package inside and took the fabric off the dead pup. Her eyes teared up and she looked at me. "Oh mother, Luna's child, kill that fucker and rip his heart from his chest," she hissed as she covered the corpse and closed the ornate box.

He really doesn't understand the situation. But Pandora does. Pandora's divine power comes from the myth of "Pandora's Box"—the ancient Greek source of all worldly disasters. Because of her power, her survival instincts are insanely sharp. She can literally feel when death is near. Earlier, when the loud guy told her to open the door and trap me, her instincts screamed at her to say no. But she got lucky. She thought, There are six of us. We are the elite. There is no way we can lose to a single freshman.

, the strange woman said. “And what could that be?” Adrian questioned with a raised brow. Tracy leaned closer to his face and whispered. “The Pandora's box”.

I will go to her room tonight again, thank her for whatever is in that hideous box and ask her if there is anything she wants to talk about. I walked towards the pink box like it was some kind of bomb but that was because I detest pink. Of all the bright colors in the world, it was probably my worst one! I loosened the bow and removed the upper part of the box and when I saw what was inside the box, I genuinely smiled. " Happy Fifteenth birthday my dear Pandora. I hope you love this gift, if you don't then I'll just keep trying until I figure out what you like" she said, reading the note on top of the box's content.

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

With a twist, the box of Pandora was opened. *** “No!”

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.

A while passed before he spoke up again. “Do you have a favorite toy, doll?” I blushed when I realized that he wasn’t asking me for just any type of toy, but for one from my hidden storage.“I-” I opened my mouth to try to say something, but something clogged my throat, and no words left me.“I think you are a wand girl, aren’t you?”A familiar material touched my belly and continued going downwards.“I bet you like to feel the magic.” He clicked some buttons and the device started buzzing, coming to life.I gasped at the sensation. He was holding it just above my clit, enough to feel the vibrations, but not enough for me to actually enjoy them. I tried to wiggle my way, but the more I wiggled, t