Request Box Novels & Stories

The room's atmosphere finally lightened when Vanessa arrived. "Sorry I'm late, Felix. There was a traffic accident," she apologized. She was about to make introductions when she noticed something odd, particularly the box in front of Felix. "Holy shit! Is that Royal Elite Courier Service? Am I seeing things?" Vanessa exclaimed, clearly familiar with their distinctive boxes. "Yes, it is Royal Elite, Nessa. Felix just received it," the woman confirmed. Vanessa moved closer and squeezed Felix's shoulder playfully. "Come on, Felix, we're all friends here. Can I see what's inside?"

I head over, crack open the door, and peer out. There's a box on the ground. I stoop over, curious. Scar rarely buys stuff online. I turn it over, checking the label— It's addressed to me. I pick it up and carry it inside. The box is moderately heavy, rectangular, not too big, but not small either. I place it down on the table, staring like it's a bomb. Curious, I shoot Scar a text. Rita: Did you send me a package? Something just showed up.

"This came for her while you were out." Drakon stiffens. He steps in front of me instantly. "From who?" "Courier dropped it at the gate. Said it was priority." Markos taps the box. "I scanned it. No wires, no explosives. It’s light." Drakon takes the box. He shakes it gently. Something rattles inside. He pulls a knife from his belt and slices the tape. He opens the flaps, peering inside. His shoulders relax slightly. He hands the box to me.

Enzo murmured slowly and leaned back on the couch while I sighed and leaned forward. “You can sit down, Ella,” I told her and she nodded immediately. Placing the box on the center table, she sat down on the couch next to mine. The box was quite sturdy covered in a smooth black matte finish. A silver satin ribbon decorated one corner, tied delicately in a bow and the brand name was printed in silver in the middle of the box. The box looked quite sleek and sophisticated. Looking up at Ella I started, “Those men are just for security purposes.”

“Paid to plant, paid to run, not paid to think.” Alessio plucked the burner from the guy’s pocket. No lock. An open thread blinked on the screen, last message sent three minutes ago: “ORCHID MISSED. NEW PLAY: WHITE BOX. —M” Elena’s stomach turned to ice. “White box.” “Package delivery,” Alessio said. “Inside signatures. This is a public room with private doors. We’re moving.”

I quickly ran further into the room, searching for a perfect spot to hide, and I hope it’s not going to be like the last time Xavier showed up in the dorm room. “What are you doing?” He asked, Christian’s voice asked from behind me, and I turned towards him, my eyes flickering down to the box in his hands. I straightened up almost immediately, adjusting my clothes. “Nothing.” I then pointed towards the box in his hands. “What is that?” “I had a package ordered.” My eyes suspiciously scanned the erotic logo and the title that was written in bold letters on the black box in Christian's hands. ‘KISS & TELL’

"Whatever, old man. So now that I'm here, mind telling me what the heck is going on?" "I thought I elucidated myself in the text I sent you." Sasha rolled her eyes. "Oh, because that was so helpful. The one you sent this morning was, ÔKilled unknown fledgling. Acquired two wolves. Need clothing for female and male. Bring ASAP.'" "You know how I dislike relaying too much via text. Anyone can read them." "I know, oh paranoid one. Big brother is watching, blah, blah, blah. But seriously, how do you expect me to figure shit out? I mean, look at the one you sent after you got up. ÔGhoul attack. Need book and weapons.'"

Cassie’s POV The air was cool when I opened my apartment door that morning, but the breeze did nothing to settle the unease that had settled in my stomach the moment I saw the small black box resting neatly at the foot of my door. It was a velvet, perfectly square box, the kind used to hold promises. Or betrayals. There was no name, no return address, no indication of who had left it - just a folded cream note taped to the lid with five chilling words scrawled in ink:

Wolf followed he instructions and stood behind me. "You look wonderful, baby." he whispered in my ear. Then he thrust a box into my hands. "What's this?" I asked and he grinned as I opened it. "It's a corsage. It goes with your dress. My dad said that we need to get you all flowers." Wolf explained and I grinned, noticing that he had a matching boutonniere. Foxy had a matching corsage with Scarlett while Don and Hound had matching boutonnieres. Jackal had gotten Cassy a corsage in the same colors as her dress and his boutonniere.

Sasha The parking lot in front of the UPS store was almost desolate. While the location had a neon sign indicating it was still open, there was no one standing behind the counter. Number 518 was found easily, the group of boxes nestled all the way in the back of the store. When the clerk finally realized there were customers, Bruno had already cut the lock. I chatted with her briefly, finding out the box had been rented for five years, all paid in advance.