Request Box Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

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.

Ben said as his concentration began to fragment with Trish's large soft tit gently pressing against his right arm and Rain's smaller one touching his left arm. "How- how many boxes did you say?" Ben asked, licking his lips. "Maybe three?" Rain replied. "Books and p-papers?" Ben stumbled as he felt Trish's stiff nipple brush his arm. "Yes." "So... fairly heavy then." Ben reviewed the options on the courier's website and selected an option which should cover the shipment, entered the delivery address and made the payment, once more directing the receipt to Rain's email. Chills were running up and down his spine as Trish stroked his arm with her nipple. He could hear her gentle moaning and his

I asked pointing them. "Well devar ji there is a small ritual remaining". Navya said with a mischievous tone. "And what the hell is that". I asked being irritated. "You have to give us something". Roshni said. I nodded. "Ok what you want". I asked impatiently. "Bhai I already told you what I want, Redmie note 9 pro". Roshni said "and for me I want 5 boxes of ferraro rocher". Navya said shrugging.

“I will.” “And if anything feels wrong…” “I will tell you.” He nodded once. We walked inside. The lobby was bright and quiet. Our footsteps echoed on the marble floor. A woman at the reception smiled politely. “Good morning,” she said. Adrian did not slow down. “I need access to Box 402.” The smile disappeared immediately. “I will call the branch manager.” A minute later, a man in a gray suit rushed toward us. He looked nervous already. “Mr Vance,” he said.

“I know where you live.” The bell rang again—this time softer, hesitant. Not the storming lawyer’s, but some postal flicker. Aria hurried to the door, secured the chain, and opened a crack. A courier stood there with a white box, bronzed seal: Voss Promotions. He smiled, handing it over. “Don’t take it,” Barton said reflexively. Aria looked at the box. A card: ‘The camera loves it. So does the audience. – E.’ The “E” curled with a flourish. Something rare flashed in Aria’s eyes: wounded dignity.

She responds; "I have sealed these boxes. So, you can take them down for me so long." She puts two boxes in my arms, and I walk down the hill again. Again, I put the boxes in her room and walk back out. I pick up the smell in the air, and I know we do not have a lot of time left before the storm hits. I run up to Dr. Addison and ask; "What else?" She notices that I am not out of breath. She points to the two boxes on the table and says; "You can take those two boxes as well."

With a shivering hand, I opened the first box and found a small keypad phone. Then suddenly that phone vibrated, notifying a new message. “Please accept this as a birthday gift. I am asking much, but please keep this with you so that we can stay in touch.” I narrowed my eyes on the person’s request. I opened the 2nd box and found my favorite black forest cake. . “Hope you enjoy your favorite cake, Princess. Go home safely after eating the cake.” .

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.”