Request Box Novels & Stories

All eyes turned to the boy and immediately pretended not to know what was going on. Iris turned to look at everyone, seeing that everyone was concentrating on their work. Iris stood up on her hands. Brushing both palms, patting the body. The pants were a little dirty dot, now spread a large several times hole. Iris bent down to pick up the plastic box with a few fat worms inside. Iris opened the lid of the box, reached in, and counted, there was no shortage of one. Satisfied, smiled, closed the box. The surrounding people didn’t need to pretend. Applause like firecrackers, praising Iris "so good", "so brave."

His voice is low, rough around the edges, the kind that would rumble against my ear if he leaned in close enough. I swallow. “Yeah. That’s me.” His gaze flicks down, just for a second—but it’s enough. The way his dark eye lingers on the hem of my shirt, the way my nipples tighten under the thin cotton like he’s already touched them. My skin prickles, heat pooling between my thighs. Fuck. I’m not wearing a bra. I wasn’t expecting this. He holds out a small, discreet box. The return address is familiar, Pink Petal Pleasures, the boutique I ordered from last night after two glasses of wine and a particularly frustrating video call with my vibrator collection.

She brought this on herself. “Get the box,” I said. Ray went to the hall and retrieved the gift. It was a square wrapped in tasteful grey paper with a white ribbon only a little too precise. He handed it to me, then took a step back like he was giving me space to decide the next step. I untied the ribbon and peeled the paper. Inside: a teakwood jewellery case and a single velvet pouch. No logo, no card. I opened the pouch. A flash drive...Of course.

A fellow dressed in a blue shorts and a white shirt greeted her. "Good morning. I'm looking for Jessica." "I am Jessica. How may I help you?" "I have a delivery for you," he stated. Kanyon came up to the door and stood behind Jessica. The guy realized that he was the king and bowed. The man handed Jessica two boxes after she signed for the items. One was a long white box with a pink ribbon, and the other was a heart-shaped brown box tied with a red bow that had an enticing aroma coming from it. Jessica could tell it was chocolates.

I was ready to beg them if required so that they would get off their assess and do something. Robert looked behind him at the other man who decided to stay quiet from the time that they entered the room. I didn’t know what kind of arrangement they had or who was the boss here but one nod of his head made Robert get up and tap his pen on the notepad twice before closing it finally. Relief washed over me, and I tried my best to keep the tears from spilling out of my eyes but failed miserably. “P-please save her.” I whispered softly, not sure if they heard me at all.

His arms were folded but somehow his expression went from strong and focused to a softer version when he saw me. Damon gave the new Beta a nod and he left. “You’re here a bit early,” he said. “The bus down this way was unusually early today.” I said, with a nervous smile. Somehow, Damon still made me nervous when he was being caring or sweet. He reached into a small locker drawer behind him and pulled out a small, square box. “What’s this?” I asked. He held the box out to me. “Just open it.” The box was wrapped neatly but there was no fancy ribbon, just a soft matte surface and the fading scent of cedar. I hesitated, not sure of what was in the box.

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.

Strong winds were everywhere. Susan opened her door. She checked the mailbox in front of the house. The magazine he ordered should have arrived. As she had imagined, the shipment had arrived. There was one more letter in the mailbox. Exactly the red heart box. There were no stamps on the packing of the box. No sender name on it. "Strange. What box is this?" Susan said.

Revealing a holding a sleek black box. "What's this?" I asked. “It’s from the boss, ma’am " he replied, his expression unreadable. "You're to wear this tonight." I hesitated. "But I've already chosen my outfit." "I’m sorry, ma’am, but it is not a request, it’s an order from the boss.” I took the box, curiosity getting the better of me. “He’ll be arriving in the next 30minute, ma’am ” he bowed and took his leave.

Richard notices that she is carrying a black box in her hands. "Hello? May I help you?" Richard asks, opening the door. "Mr. Underhill?" The woman asks; Richard nods his head. "Speaking?" "Mr. Underhill, on behalf of Mr. Verlice, I would like to give you this personal invitation and gift." The woman reached Richard the box, "It is in the best interest to not speak of this, nor ignore this one-time opportunity. In case of rejection, you will receive no more offers. Chose wisely, Mr. Underhill, "The woman hurries down the hallway, and a stunned Richard stands left with a black box dressed in velvet.