Crossbody Pocketbook Novels & Stories

Everyone seemed like they were trying to disappear. Her backpack thumped heavily against her back with every step — the weight a reminder of everything she wasn’t ready to lose. Notebooks filled with messy sketches of that impossible crimson bloom that haunted her thoughts. The backup phone she’d turned on after the last one died mysteriously. A few old keys she didn’t even remember what they unlocked. And her oldest, most precious possession — a worn, dog - eared sketchbook she’d carried for years, pages yellowed and edges frayed.

CJORDAN Dropping the heavy canvas duffel onto the kitchen island, dust plumed into the air. Amberly flinched, stepping back from the counter. She pulled the sleeves of her oversized sweater over her knuckles, eyeing the bag like it might bite her. "Did you actually get them?" she asked, her voice quiet. "Every single one the broker had in his vault." Yanking the brass zipper open, the metallic teeth snagged for a second before giving way. The smell of old parchment, dried sage, and damp cellar immediately flooded the small cabin.

He barely glanced at him. 'I had figured they'll pull a trick like that so I prepared in advance with my expansion flapped pocket.' Ethan still looked confused. 'I still don't get it.' Andrew looked at him, a bored expression on his face. 'I don't care if you get it or not but it's a device I made that has the likeness of a normal sized pocket and camoflage, so when it is attached to real clothing, it takes on the pattern of the cloth and seems like a real pocket. It's undetectable,' Andrew finished.

"It is a statement of fact." She closes her notebook. She slides it into the canvas bag that hangs from the back of her chair, the faded blue one with the straps worn pale at the shoulders, and she stands, and the folded paper stays under her hand until the last possible moment, and then it disappears into the pocket of her skirt in a motion so smooth I almost miss it.

She wondered if he might have a money belt under his shirt, but his slender form sure didn’t look like it. Dominic stood up and extracted an old brown leather wallet from his back pocket. No, not really a wallet, Leesa thought. It was a little too big to be called a wallet, and it had an inch-wide strap and a brass clasp that kept it closed, like a purse. Yet it was too small to be considered a purse. Whatever it was, it was clearly very old—the leather was dark and lined with age. Surprisingly, the corners showed no wear at all. And though she had just seen Dominic pull it from his pocket, it now looked too large to have fit in there.

The idea that Creed had already retaliated left a bitter taste in my mouth. I glanced at the duffel bag Dominic had left on the table earlier. Curiosity gnawed at me. Maybe there was something in there that could make me feel more prepared—more useful. I hesitated for a moment before unzipping it. Inside was an assortment of items: spare clothes, ammunition, a couple of burner phones, and a sleek black handgun. My hand hovered over the weapon, unsure whether I should even touch it. “You’re not going to learn by staring at it.”

I was planning for survival — not living. “Don’t forget sunscreen. And underwear,” Jenny added with a wink. I gave her a small smile. It was the closest I’d felt to lightness in weeks. With a final breath, I zipped the suitcase closed. But before I could drag it off the bed, I glanced over at my nightstand — at the small, leather-bound sketchbook sitting there like a quiet question. I picked it up. Held it in both hands. And slipped it into the front pocket of the bag, a determined look resting on my face.

Gideon nodded and he walks around the store and me just following him. He inspected all the bags and even the clothes. I also browse their product with no interest but one wallet caught my attention it is a bright blue folded wallet. It is really simple no designs or whatever. As I look inside the glass case I suddenly recoiled when I saw the price.

Face stripped bare of everything except hostility. He didn’t hide the bag. He finished zipping the pocket and turned. “Securing your gear,” he said evenly. She crossed the distance in three sharp strides and yanked the strap from his hands. “I know how to pack a bag, Blackwood,” she hissed. “I survived New York. I survived you. I don’t need you pawing through my things like a servant.” “It’s not about capability,” Kael replied. His hands lifted slowly. Open. Nonthreatening. “That pocket is insulated. If the temperature drops, the jade won’t fracture. Neither will the flares.”

She took the bag over and started speaking. "This is the most special one! It's a mini bag for a casual look! The overall design is like a plush bear's head. It's fluffy and covered with fur. It's cute when it is carried as a backpack! There's also a hidden golden button with a golden chain. It gives a unique and beautiful vibe of winter. This design can only contain a phone and some money, thus it is used more to complement outfits. Look at our model in the pictures, it looks stunning!"