Booktok Coach Bag Novels & Stories

Darla still insists on her younger brother. "Oh, alright." Noah could do nothing but agree. Now they are in the bookstore. Even though this bookstore is in one of the malls, this bookstore is one of the best. The high price is always proportional to the quality. "Noah, do you like a robotic bag?" Darla asked, showing him a backpack with a robot from a famous cartoon. Not only that, she also put the bag on Noah's back. "Wow, this suits you." “Hmmm… I just want a plain bag. Without any pattern or image. I want that bag." Noah pointed to a plain black bag. It looks good, but is more suitable for student in university.

Then, she retrieved a gentle, cream-hued coat, accompanied by two more—one in black and the other in dark green, both fashionable yet cozy and ideal for the approaching chilly season. Her fingers glided over a violet backpack, which was robust and stylish, featuring enough pockets for her books and laptop. It was much nicer than the old bag she was using now. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked back up at the brothers. "I… I don’t know what to say." "Say you’ll accept them," Alistair said with a grin. "And maybe let us know if we got your style right." Kayla laughed softly, wiping at her eyes. "You did. Everything is perfect."

It had always been a favorite of mine when I had some extra cash. I walked into the store and the smell of beautifully tanned leather rolled over me. I wandered from display to display, taking my time to look at everything. Unfortunately, it seemed that since my last visit, Coach had moved into the flashy, trendsetting looks of other handbag companies. Not a single piece of English Tan leather anywhere. It irritated me irrationally that I wanted a nice, classic leather bag, and everything they had was silver lamé and patchwork tacky.

She said nonchalantly. She pulled out something from her right. It was a small brown leather bag. She handed it to me with one hand while the other held on to her tea. I took the bag from her and looked at her skeptically. Slowly, I opened the bag and slipped my hand into it. It came back out with a book. It was old and the cover was made of leather as well.

Dimitri said, and handed me another gift bag, a large one this time. Inside I found a brand new, dark purple book bag. It looked to be pretty large, and very sturdy. Stitched to the front, in white, was our pack symbol. “Thank you.” I said. “You’re welcome. It’s large enough, and strong enough to carry your books, and has a special pocket for your laptop. I know it’s not something grand, but you will need it.” Dimitri said with a smile. I nodded, and smiled. I put it back in the bag, along with the frames. Braxton took the bag from me, and put it in the back of the SUV for me.

It was from Thane. It contained a designer gym bag, glossy black leather and gold zippers. The card read: "If you're going to train, do it properly. – T." I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?" But I reached out and touched the bag. It was exorbitantly priced, unlike my plain backpack that I had been using. Part of me was irritated that he was once again trying to intrude. Another part of me… well, I couldn't help the flush in my chest.

“We also know you run incredibly fast for someone wearing cheap boots.” Silas finally moved. He didn’t say a single word. He just reached gracefully into the deep pocket of his sleek black trench coat and tossed something heavy onto the center of my desk. My muddy, water-damaged backpack. “Take it,” Silas said coldly. I snatched the bag instantly. My hands trembled slightly despite my best efforts to look tough and unaffected. I yanked the rusted zipper open and dug through the contents. My textbooks were there. My cracked calculator. My pens. But the secret side pocket was completely empty.

Opening the back, I help Kelsea down, and then go around to Ruby's side, doing the same with her. "Look at you being such a gentleman," Ruby teases, reaching in and grabbing her bag. She's a teacher, for sure. My mom carries the same bag everywhere. I call it a GO bag, because no matter what you might need, it's probably inside that bag. You need a band-aid? They got it. A bottle of water? No problem. A poncho? Definitely in there. A sewing kit? No big deal, it's fucking secured to the side with a magnet. Teachers are better than any Boy Scout I've ever met. When the world ends, I don't need a prepper, give me a damn teacher, any day of the week. Securing it crossbody, she pushes her hair ba

She didn’t pretend like Felicia. “Luckily, I didn’t bet with you or I’d have lost,” I said. Kirsten chuckled. “I don’t like bets.” “Thank you for everything. You’re the best instructor,” I praised her. “And you’re a quick learner. You make my job easier.” She handed me a tote bag. “This is a farewell gift.” I was stunned. “Kirsten, you didn’t have to do this.” My coach held my hand and placed the bag’s strap in my palm. “Don’t worry. It’s not expensive. I know you practice hard. You can use it during training.”

My wig was already on my head, I don't like unnecessary stress. I took two tablets and dropped the sachet on the sofa as I stoop up, grabbing my bag, a bigger one this time. It's a chanelle made bag, the one that's supposed to be worn on the back, I decided to take this one along because of the amount of works I have today. Which makes it easier for the textbooks and handouts to fit into it, along with my notebooks.