Request Box Novels & Stories

He looked at her inquisitively, but her focus was on the letter- “Now that you’ve pressed your buzzer, your timer has been activated. Enjoy our carefully crafted lunch and relax. When your time is up the lock from your inner box will automatically open to give you guidance for the next task along with your souvenir.” “There’s another box inside?” Lara knelt down and looked into the letter box curiously. She put her hand inside and tried to nudge the box open with no luck. “Do you think you can pry open the box?” “Weren’t you scared of being disqualified?”

I repeated, hating how brittle my voice sounded. Gabriella smiled wider, clearly noticing the way my hands curled into fists at my sides. “Yes. Strange, really. No sender's name on it. Just sitting there like a little mystery. With your name in it.” Her eyes narrowed just slightly. “You seem … tense.” I crossed the room before I fully realized what I was doing. The box sat on the table beside her, plain brown cardboard, unassuming. My fingers closed around it without hesitation. “Give it to me,” I said.

In the other box there was just a lot of clothing and in the last box, I found a credit card. But not just any credit card. A Black Card. It was nestled neatly into a black box. I knew who this was from and I sighed, grabbing my phone and sending him a text. Me: 'I'm not accepting this as an apology, Landon. I don't want your money.' There was no way that I could return any of these as they didn't have a return address. "Never did I think Slater could be this soft." She laughed, grabbing a bottle of water.

"I have to open up all the green boxes?" "No, babe. You can see the yellow packages through the plastic window on the box." That makes more sense. "Okay. Green box. Yellow packages." "It's called Always Infinity." "I'm still looking for a green box. I can't see what it's called…" Suddenly, it's in my hand. A woman, probably in her early forties, pats me on the arm. "Pretty sure this is what she's asking you for," she says with a smile. "Let me double check. Babe, someone just handed me a box. It's green, I can see yellow packages inside. It's called Always Infinity, size… uh… regular? Is that right?"

"Oh sorry, it didn't say anything about it being fragile - I'm sure it's fine. Anyway, you need to sign for it." As he held out his tablet, I glanced down as on the corner of the box was the letterhead of Cambro Harper. I felt the pit in my stomach as the previous weeks flashed behind my eyes for another time. "Sir? You alright?" The delivery man asked. "Yeah I'm fine, sorry I'll just.." I quickly signed my name and dragged the box inside, letting the door slam behind me. The box seemed to have an other-worldly presence drawing all the energy out of the room, like the box itself radiated the same dominating energy as Mr Duncan.

He wanted to talk about his plan for his son. He broke the silence between them. He cleared his throat. "Let's finish this quick. What do you want me to do with him?" he asked him. Damon didn't answered his question instead he opened up another topic. His gaze looks serious. "Before that, I received a box awhile ago. It's a dead bat! I want you to investigate who sent that nasty bat to me!" Felix just listened to him.

“From who?” She shook her head. “No return address. Security cleared it though—no explosives, no toxins. Just… weird.” She looked visibly unsettled. “I’d still be careful.” “Thanks,” I murmured, already reaching for it. She left, the door clicking shut behind her. I stared at the box. It was plain—matte black. No writing, no markings. I turned it once, twice, then slowly slid a finger under the edge of the lid and lifted.

The old man said. Matthew took a quick glance at himself and Rose before answering. “Yes, we are.” “Thank goodness. I wanted to ask you to do something for me.” The man showed the box to Matthew. “I want you to deliver this to a friend of mine.” “Sorry, but why don’t you use the postal services?” He had to ask.

Carter joined Raven too as they saw two courier men pulling out big boxes from their courier van and keep on their doorstep. They took eight rounds and there weren't more than thirteen boxes piling up before the son and father. It was a different feeling for Billy. He stood watching the courier guys coming and going and clapped his hands chiming in his inaudible tone. Raven was counting the number of boxes as requested by the courier guy, when it was done he was handed over the list of the boxes and what it contained along with a letter. "Who sent these?" Kiara approached them after having spotted the couriered guy hand Raven a letter.

I ask. When he spotted the box in my path, he tensed his muscles and smiled bigger. "Oh, my bad, I didn't notice. Yes, my name is Cameron, and I will take that, thank you very much." He took the package from me. "That would be $49," I explained. "Oh, I don't have any money on me; could you kindly give me a moment?" He asked nicely, I nodded, and he quickly put the box away and grabbed his pocket off the beauty table, dialing a number.