Barnes And Noble Book Lover Bag Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Didn't know what to do with it." I looked at the bag. Pulled the tissue paper back enough to see the embossed logo on the dust cover inside. I knew that logo. I knew the waiting list for that bag and the price and the fact that Lillian had been photographed carrying the previous season's version at a charity event three weeks ago. I folded the tissue paper back over it and moved the bag off my lap onto the seat between us. "Have your wolf complete the formal rejection," I said. "And I want to start dividing the shared assets. There's no reason to draw it out."

What could possibly be inside? The minute I got to my room, I closed the door behind me and leaned on it for a moment, breathing out. Then I carried the bags to the bed and sat down. T They looked so expensive. And right there, written across them, was Shines and Beauty—the kind of store I’d only ever seen in newspapers. I bit my lip, then reached for the first bag. My hands trembled as I pulled it open. This bag contained sleek, shiny black loafers. They looked like something straight out of a glossy magazine. My mouth almost fell open.

He reached into the sideboard drawer, quietly pulling out a slim package wrapped in dark paper and a clean ribbon. By the time Noah set the phone down, Sterling was already sliding the box in front of him. Noah raised an eyebrow. "What’s this?" Sterling sipped his coffee, nonchalant. "Start with that one." Noah opened it to reveal a sleek leather duffel bag, deep brown, with his initials embossed subtly in the corner. "This is way too nice for my dirty socks," he grinned, running a hand over the buttery leather. "It’s to replace that sad excuse you’ve been hauling to every away game."

“Ermm…what choice do I have? This house isn't mine. You don't have to thank me.” “Oh! I insist.” She pushes the bag into my arms. “Come on, open it.” “O-kay…” Reluctantly, I slip my hand into the bag. I take out the object. It’s a huge book with a hard leather back. I flip it over, only to see three words embossed in gold. Wait, it is not just any book. A Bible! She got me a Bible? My head snaps up. “You got me a Bible?” “Yes!”

Slowly, I nodded and reached for the box, my hands trembling just a little as I began to untie the bow. My fingers fumbled with the bow, pulling at the delicate gold ribbon until it came loose. Carefully, I lifted the lid, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw what was inside. Nestled inside the box was a designer handbag—glossy leather in a deep shade of burgundy with intricate stitching and a golden emblem. It gleamed under the room’s lights, every detail screaming luxury. I stared at it in stunned silence, my heart racing. This wasn’t just a bag. This was worth over a hundred million dollars.

It was a bargain. I’m setting up an area in the lounge space by one of the arched windows as my reading nook. Dad has bought me a large fluffy, pale pink bean bag for the corner and Atlas has given me vouchers for Button’s shops on the hight street where I have my eye on a beautiful mahogany, square table. There’s a matching bookcase I want to get for all my books. Only, I do have a lot of books so I may need to put a bookcase or some shelving up in the bedroom too.

I walked out of the curator department and headed to the library to fetch the reports. Deep in thought, I failed to realize that someone was standing at the entrance of the library until I bumped into him. "I am so sor–" But the words were stuck midair. The words never came out. I thought Auden was star-struck but I was hit by a meteor. I stumbled back and stood staring shamelessly at him. My body vibrated as our eyes clashed. He had deep chocolate eyes, and his hair was neatly brushed back. Lust, hunger, need, and want, hit at the same time. Emotions that had never been evoked by anyone.

I went up to my room and immediately I got in, I was greeted with a very beautiful travel bag standing beside my bed. It was a lavender-colored bag that had a gentle, calming hue. The fabric felt soft beneath my fingertips, reminiscent of flower petals. The bag's surface boasted a subtle sheen, catching the light in a way that hinted at a quiet elegance. Delicate embroidery adorned the edges, featuring intricate patterns inspired by nature—tiny blossoms and vines that added a touch of whimsy. The zippers gleamed with a silver finish, smoothly gliding open to reveal some of my clothes neatly folded within. The handles, crafted with meticulous care, were a shade darker, offering a gentle contr

"Larry, I have days off too. I'm, um, off-duty." "It's just a coffee." I hold up palms. "I promise you my intentions are strictly honourable." Her mouth quirks. "In that case, yes, thank you. I'd love a coffee." She turns to the counter. "I'll take this as well please, Cliff." A gnome of a man wraps the book in a creased brown-paper bag. I squint a look at the title. Nothing to Declare: Memoirs of a Woman Traveling Alone.

Reflexively she tried to snatch her own bag from the men, but one of the men instead took out a dagger and slashed her hand so she would give up the Clark brand limited edition bag that she got from her best friend (and the designer of the bag, Rosemarie Clark). Grimacing with the pain from the most precious body as her working capital—her hand—as a fantasy fiction writer at a small publication in Rose city, she kept on holding the strap of her bag, which was beginning to break since the bag was basically not designed to be pulled-friendly for that long.