Request Box Novels & Stories

A quick, sudden sound that snapped me out of my calm—like a reminder that life had a way of throwing surprises at the most unexpected times. My heart skipped a beat as I paused, mid-step. Who could it be right now? I hesitated, unsure whether I should open immediately or wait. My hand lingered near the door frame as I looked through the peephole, trying to see if I recognized anyone. Outside, a courier stood calmly, holding a plain, unmarked box. The box was small, about the size of a shoebox, wrapped in simple brown packing paper with no labels or tags. He held it steadily, gripping it with both hands, as if it carried something delicate or important.

They are new boxes that I suggest you open," He said and pushed me towards the box. "What is in it?" i asked him. "You'll never know if you do not open them," he said pushing me to open them. "If you do not tell me what is in it, I will not take another step," I told him. "fine they are clothes," he answered. "i have enough clothes," I pointed out. "you're being rude, when given a gift you should accept them first them and complain later," he said. "Min just tell me what is in the box," i requested.

she huffed. A knock suddenly sounded on the door, and we both turned our attention to it. “Who is it?” I asked. “Mason,” he answered from the other end of the door. I walked over to the door and opened it, only to see him holding a large box. My gaze narrowed as I stared at the box. “What is this?” I asked. “A message from Axel,” he told me as he handed me the box. “What’s inside it?” I asked as I took the box from him.

“I like him too. But I’m not letting him off the hook. He’ll beg next time. We’ll make him earn it.” A knock at the door. Both girls froze. Camila stood first. Peeked out the window. A courier in black stood at the landing, holding a box. Chloe opened the door. “Delivery for… both of you,” he said. They signed. Took the box inside. It was black. Matte. Heavy. A small white card tucked into the ribbon. Camila picked it up with trembling fingers.

She quickly grabbed onto them before they hit the floor. "Get black contacts as well. He likes that and who knows? He might be willing to give you a good tip if you do the job right." "I got it but what's in the box," Ash questioned, her gaze not leaving the white box placed on the table. "Curious are we? You'll know when you get in the room. Leave, Now!"

Monica greeted me with a warm smile, her eyes curious as they flickered towards the box I held. Without a word, I handed the box to Monica, a silent request written in my eyes. She took it from me, her brow furrowing slightly in confusion. “What's this?" "Just something I need you to dispose of," I replied, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my stomach. Monica nodded, her expression turning serious as she moved to open the box. As the lid creaked open, revealing the contents within, her breath caught in her throat. "Oh, wow..."

Smoothed it flat. At the very bottom of the response form: "Do you accept the invitation?" I picked up a pen and checked yes.

April asks. I shake my head. “I don’t know. We can take it to Micah and see if he can interpret it.” As soon as we arrive back at Confradia HQ, April takes the box out and analyzes the lock. Micah and Gideon listen to the message, their expressions growing dark. “What does it say?” I ask while April continues to tinker with the box. Micah quirks a brow. “It seems that there’s going to be a new shipment of women delivered to the shop tomorrow.”

"Excuse me but I didn't order anything." I looked down at my welcome mat, there was a medium-sized red box with gold silk ribbons professionally wrapped around each side. "I don't know what to tell you miss. I just deliver the parcels." He shrugged before walking back to his van. I picked up the box and walked back into the house closing the door behind me, I hesitantly unwrapped the box to find a carefully protected photo frame. I pulled the photo frame out, unravelling the protective casing.

I gave a brief nod while reaching for a document from the drawer beside me. “Anything else?” Her eyes shifted briefly toward the box. “This was delivered through the reception an hour ago.” She said, “The sender requested that you open it personally.” My attention settled on the box for a moment. “Thank you, Jessica.” She inclined her head once before leaving the office quietly. The silence returned the moment the door shut. For a while, I ignored the box completely. Then eventually, I reached for it. The packaging was more expensive than it looked. I lifted the lid slowly.