Request Box Novels & Stories

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.

I guess that booth helped people somehow even if it was a bit of corny. "Ella Taron?" I stood up after I heard my name being called. The receptionist told me which room I would go to, then I went inside the hallway. I found the said office where "Fixing Hearts Request" printed on the paper and sticking at the door's window. I knocked on the door twice and the door opened. And that familiar face of a man stood in front of me. He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a black vest on it, he was taller than I expected, wearing glasses and his long hair was lying on his neck. He looked so attractive from his looks right now compared to the party. But from the looks on his eyes, he looked re

“Courier just said ‘for Madame Belsky’. Signature at the front. No invoice. No advertisement pamphlet. This isn’t a credit card pitch.” “Thank God.” I eyed the box, suspicious. “If it’s an insurance brochure, I’m throwing it back.” Salma smirked. “I’ll be downstairs if you need a witness in case it’s a human organ.” “You’re very optimistic,” I muttered. She left, the door closing softly behind her. Silence again. Only the air conditioner and the faint hum of boats in the harbor far outside. I turned my chair slightly, facing the box. It wasn’t large, about the size of a hardcover novel. Thick white cardboard, clean, logo-free. A black satin ribbon across the middle, the fold showing a tiny c

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.

Until the sound became impossible to pretend away. I groaned, rolled over, and grabbed it. One message. Unknown number: Why are you still awake darling? My heart skipped. Zayden. I sat up immediately. How did he know I was— Before I could finish the thought, another message came through. Unknown number: Can’t sleep? Let me help. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I typed back — fast, and angry. Me: What do you want? The three dots appeared immediately. Unknown number: There’s a package on your windowsill. Black box. Go get it.

It looked like it was going to rain soon, and they didn't want to get stuck in the rain, which might make Charlotte lose interest in shopping due to the traffic jams that would follow. However, as they opened the apartment door, a light brown cube-shaped box measuring about 30 centimeters with a blue ribbon on it lay in front of their door. "Is there a package? Did you order something?" Jarvey asked. Charlotte shook her head, picking up the box and examining all sides, but she couldn't find any clues. There were no names of the sender or recipient, just a tiny scratch resembling a handwritten signature on the bottom of the box. "Is this for us?" Charlotte asked.

Kind of a hot nerd. “Hey Teags, what's up?” I turn to face Teagan who is jogging in my direction with a package, “I know Mr Miller requested that should any package come for you that I should let him know but since you are down here I might as well give it to you now.” Teagan hands me the small box and walks towards his desk. “Thank you! Have a great evening.” I shake the takky looking box and nothing seems odd about it, looking around I find no indication of where or who it came from.

The sound wrapped around us — a living memory made audible. After the practice finished and folks dripped out like contented ghosts, there was a knock I didn’t expect. A courier stood at the door with a small cedar box, shrink-wrapped and sealed with wax. No return label, no name. I accepted it like you accept a question you’re prepared to answer.