Request Box Novels & Stories

Sabrina frowned as she stared at the box. "From whom?" Gabriel inquired. The maid shook her head profusely, "There's no name or any notes, Young Master" Curiously, Sabrina walked towards them and took a closer look. It was just a small box the size of paper. "Shouldn't we call the cops? What if it's a bomb?" Gabriel shook his head. "We have a security dogs. They would've known of there's a bomb there," he answered calmly.

user"> *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-WEB:244cc9f1-3cfe-4916-870e-a656305a4df5-39" data-testid="conversation-turn-80" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> After reading the letters, I stood there staring at the mailbox for at least twenty minutes. It was only when an urgent message arrived, delivered by a small silver phoenix, that I regained my ability to think.

She kissed him and handed him the box before leaving the room. This box was relatively small, long, and flat. Inside he found a fan belt and a note that said, As soon as we get the Camaro running, I challenge you to a race. At the bottom of the box, he found a gift certificate from a local racetrack for one hour of private usage. “Rebekah!” he shouted. “This is so awesome!”

I would not have blamed you if you sent the police. I ask what she wants. My voice is steady, though my heart is pounding. She says, To say goodbye. To apologize. To give you this. She holds out a box. Wooden. Carved. Old. The wood is dark, polished smooth by years of handling. The latch is brass, tarnished, worn. It looks like it has been opened and closed a thousand times. It smells of dust and old paper. I take it. I open it.

Felix burst out laughing. "Looks like the lesson I taught you wasn't enough." Suppressing my anger, I held out the shipping box containing the bangle, giving him one last chance. "I'm asking you one last time—are you sure that even if the mistake is on your end and you sent the wrong item, you still won't accept a return?" Felix didn't even glance at the box. Instead, he pulled up the product details page on his phone and pointed at a line of tiny text at the very bottom.

Jaden replied. Luna finally lifted her head up to look at Jaden. He was carrying a long rectangular box tied with a gray silk bow around and over it. “It was?” Luna’s brows furrowed as she stared at Jaden. “What is it?” “I don’t know, ma’am, I haven’t opened it, but it has a card. It’s addressed to you,” he glanced down at the card tucked underneath the bow on top of the box, “from ‘K Clothing Line’,” he read.

one of them muttered. “Marcus doesn’t have to,” I snapped. “This isn’t about him. This is between me and Ryder now.” I turned around, my eyes landing on the wooden crate sitting in the corner — the one that had arrived from one of our black market suppliers last week. Inside was a small, coiled shadow — venomous in every way except literal. A cobra. Non-poisonous, but beautiful, sleek, terrifying. Perfect. “You,” I said, pointing at Cody. “Get that box ready. We’re sending Ryder a little gift.”

Surprisingly, she was the only one in the office when I entered. "Where’s everybody?" I asked "out back , no idea what's going on with them" she replied flipping a page of her book. I knew the smile on my face was awkward when I went over to my table to inspect what the package was. It was a black box with a red bow around it. It felt too light in the hands considering the size of it. It was strange. I've never gotten a package since I got to Riversdale. Who could it be? Shayne? Micah? I shook my head visibly at the last thought. I haven't heard from that bastard in a long while and I hope he rots in hell for eternity.

I don’t reply, keeping my eyes fixed on the horizon. “Here,” he says after a moment. I glance over my shoulder and see him holding out a box—a sleek, black velvet box with the emblem of a high-end jewelry brand etched into the surface. I stare at it for a long second before I look up at him, unimpressed. “What’s this?” Knoxx clears his throat awkwardly. “It’s for you. I saw you were upset earlier, and… well, I thought this might make you feel better.”

I say and Robert stands up and walks towards me and sits near the box on my side of the bed. He scans it to make sure I didn’t look past the card, but he ends up with the same result, no card. He reaches for the bow on the box and I stop him. “Wait, why are you so you eager to see what’s in here?” I ask him and he shrugs. “I don’t know, I just want to know what’s in the package.” He says loosely. A sudden urge to pee overwhelms me and I tell Robert, “Wait for me, I’m going to pee real quick. Don’t touch the box.”