Request Box Novels & Stories

Until the sound became impossible to pretend away. I groaned, rolled over, and grabbed it. One message. Unknown number: Why are you still awake darling? My heart skipped. Zayden. I sat up immediately. How did he know I was— Before I could finish the thought, another message came through. Unknown number: Can’t sleep? Let me help. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I typed back — fast, and angry. Me: What do you want? The three dots appeared immediately. Unknown number: There’s a package on your windowsill. Black box. Go get it.

It looked like it was going to rain soon, and they didn't want to get stuck in the rain, which might make Charlotte lose interest in shopping due to the traffic jams that would follow. However, as they opened the apartment door, a light brown cube-shaped box measuring about 30 centimeters with a blue ribbon on it lay in front of their door. "Is there a package? Did you order something?" Jarvey asked. Charlotte shook her head, picking up the box and examining all sides, but she couldn't find any clues. There were no names of the sender or recipient, just a tiny scratch resembling a handwritten signature on the bottom of the box. "Is this for us?" Charlotte asked.

Kind of a hot nerd. “Hey Teags, what's up?” I turn to face Teagan who is jogging in my direction with a package, “I know Mr Miller requested that should any package come for you that I should let him know but since you are down here I might as well give it to you now.” Teagan hands me the small box and walks towards his desk. “Thank you! Have a great evening.” I shake the takky looking box and nothing seems odd about it, looking around I find no indication of where or who it came from.

sermon ni Grace sa akin. "Namumutla ka." sabi naman ni Rex habang kinakalikot ang isang box na maliit. Inagaw ko sa kaniya yung box. Ano ba ang laman nito? Huh? Pendant? A small bottle pendant. Ano naman ang gagawin ko rito? Tss! Tapos sabi ni Caden kanina proposal daw. E bote lang naman pala ang laman.

The sound wrapped around us — a living memory made audible. After the practice finished and folks dripped out like contented ghosts, there was a knock I didn’t expect. A courier stood at the door with a small cedar box, shrink-wrapped and sealed with wax. No return label, no name. I accepted it like you accept a question you’re prepared to answer.

We walked right up to the counter, and a woman asked how she could help us. “Hi, my name is Ethan Black,” Ethan said to her. “I’m picking up an order.” The woman typed a few things into her computer and scanned the screen. Once she found what she was looking for, she nodded and told us she’d be right back. She returned a few minutes later with a small white box in her hand. She handed it to Ethan and told us to have a nice day. “Here you go,” Ethan said, handing me the box as we walked out.

I explained. "Well, I have a little key just like that one," Olivia seemed radiant. "The place is called The Box. It's a place in a neighboring city to ours that rents or sells spaces for you to store things, like a storage facility. It's a huge warehouse; they have large and small spaces, like thousands of locked compartments. Mine, for example, is large, it's where I keep things from my modeling days. I bought my space, it's mine, but I can't resell it. If I don't want to continue with it, I can return it to The Box, and they'll pay me less than what I paid for it." "So the key could be for a purchased space or a rented space, and if it was rented, it's gone?" I asked, already worried that

But my optimism was dwindling. Fox brought the box over to the rickety table we sat at the night before, and waved her hands around it as if to say, “ta-da!” The stone floor against my bare feet sent a quick chill up my spine as I inspected the box. It was white cardboard, with a insignia of a blue eye stamped on the sides. As I reached for it a familiar smell hit my nose, I crinkled it in disgust. “VIXEN!” Fox yelled out swatting the air around her.

"I know because we are forever always, remember?" I nodded my head slowly, then tipped it to the side. "You'll give me all my kisses, enough to fill this box?" I asked. Chelsea Gabe me another small smile. "All of them. We'll fill up the whole box, and more. We'll collect way more than a thousand. I gasped, I suddenly remembered the box. I pulled out a blank heart and sat down to write. Chelsea kneeled before me and placed her hand on mine stopping me from writing.

"I told you, I don't know!" "Another gift!" Sophia shrieked. "Whoever this is, they must really, really love me!" Her fans in the live stream were going absolutely crazy. The comments were scrolling so fast they were almost impossible to read. "Sophia, you're so lucky!" "Who is this mystery man?" "Damien looks so mad! LOL!" "This is the drama we live for!" Sophia turned to the third box, which was slightly larger than the others. It was a rectangular box wrapped in plain black paper, with no ribbon and no decoration.