Request Box Novels & Stories

Lennox asked, his voice filled with anticipation. Summoning all the confidence I possessed, which was quite a lot, I replied, "I got you something." "You got me something?" he repeated, surprise evident in his voice. "According to every romantic movie ever made, it seemed like the right thing to do." I opened the glove compartment and retrieved a small black box, roughly the size of a necklace case. "It's not expensive, so don't get your hopes up." Lennox rubbed the back of his neck, his expression a mix of intrigue and amusement. He took the box from me. "I'm genuinely shocked right now," he said, his lips curling into a smile. "How did you manage to get this without me noticing?"

Would his words ever cease to affect me that much? A clearing of a throat snatched our attention towards the door. Carter stood there with an awkward stance at the entrance with a box in his hands. I took a step back from Ace, pulling at the jacket closer to me. "Uh, boss. Here's the parcel you told me to get from your car," Carter said. After taking the box from him, Ace nodded. "You can go now." Flashing me a smile, he walked away. "What's in that?" I eyed the box curiously.

Bursting his bubble of early two thousand's pop themed cameo. "Wait. Get the what now?" He asked, leaning over. "Get… the double o twenty nines from the store behind you Mr.– Robert" she corrected. "Double o twenty nines" he repeated in confusion. "That would be the–" "Every parcel is named Robert. Just go to the store and fetch me what I need, God damn" she said, sounding a little frustrated. "Oh, I knew that" he said gently getting up from his rotating office chair, making his way to the store behind them, and returning with the box of reagents in double time. "Here it –"

Axel opened it slightly, then froze. “What is it?” Ruin asked. Axel looked confused. “There is a delivery,” he said. “I am not expecting anything,” Ruin replied. “It is addressed to Elara.” My stomach dropped. “Do not bring it inside,” Ruin said. Axel stepped into the hallway. Seconds passed. Then Axel returned holding a small black box. “No wires,” Axel said. “No electronics.” Ruin took the box and he opened it slowly. Inside was a single photograph.

The woman hesitated. “Which box?” Noah slid the folded piece of paper across the desk. He had written the number down carefully. Box 217-B. The second account. The woman studied the number. Then she typed something into her computer. Her expression changed again. “Please wait here.” She disappeared through a door behind the desk. Noah stood quietly, hands in his pockets. His heart beat a little faster. He wasn’t scared exactly. But this definitely felt like something adults would be upset about.

— Oh, I’m not done with you yet, young lady. — No? — Negative. You deserve the whole weekend, Dalia. And I want to give you this. Do you remember the little box I sent for your service? — I remember. - I answer, curious.—What do you have? — Are you with her? — One minute, let me get her here. I get up from the bed with the phone still in my ear and go in search of the black box with the huge bow. I find it on the coffee table in the room.

The world narrows to that box. “A courier just dropped it off,” the receptionist says quietly. “No sender name. Just… for Madame Belsky.” “May I—” “Leave it here.” My voice comes out flatter than I intend. I step forward and place a hand on Poppy’s plate. “Hold this.” Poppy takes her plate obediently, her green eyes locked on the box, interest written all over her face. I reach for the box. It’s almost weightless. A small, insignificant object, but the skin on my palm reacts like I’m holding something that could explode.

My eyes flicked between the box and her face, searching for anything out of place. “What’s in it?” I asked, my voice sharp. She shook her head. “I—I don’t know. I was just asked to deliver it. Someone said it would bring him luck.” Marissa was already on her feet, hand resting near her weapon. “Who sent you?” she snapped. The girl hesitated. “I... I wasn’t given a name. Please, it’s just a gift. I didn’t mean to upset anyone.” I took a slow step forward, reaching out, but before my hand touched the box—

As she spoke, she held out a hand and smiled brightly at Briar. The topic change was abrupt, but Briar went along with it. He stood and said, “It’s ready. I’ll go get it. Wait here.” Raina replied, “Okay.” After a short while, Briar returned, expression unreadable. In his hand was a small, dark purple box — the item she had requested. He walked over and placed the box in front of her. “Here’s what you wanted. Do you want to open it?” Raina raised an eyebrow slightly and opened the box.

NAINA KUMARI "Is this his? But by looking at it, it does not seem to be his. No one sends a gift to a boy with pink color wrapping paper." I mumbled and picked the box and got a 440 bolt shock. Because my name was written over the wrapper. "Hey!" I looked up and found Sameera smiling at me. Does she send this to me? "Did you send this?" I asked her but she denied it shooking her head right to left.