Crossbody Pocketbook Novels & Stories

Hilary glanced at the mountain of bags Sigourney was holding, tilting her head and winking teasingly. Sigourney simply shook her head, saying that she and Theodore weren't actually that close-it was all for show in front of others. Then she pulled Hilary into a handbag boutique to browse. At a glance, one particular handbag immediately caught Sigourney's eye. It was a crystal crossbody bag, crafted from shimmering silver-toned crystals. Though simple in design, it exuded elegance-perfectly suited for the minimalist outfits Sigourney often wore. "This is a crystal handbag from our latest collection and is available only in limited quantities..."

Straps crisscrossed from his shoulders to just above his hips, ensuring a secure fit. Surveying the camp, Bryan noticed that most of the packs followed a similar design, except for a few exceptions—the ones assigned to Naida, Nerissa, Madissa, and the one brought by Marine. Since the mermaids lacked dorsal ridges, their packs were designed as a single solid bag, accommodating the unique shape of their bodies while still featuring straps for support and stability.

Dakota attempts to make a jab while he proceeds to happily ignore her, taking his personal victory. Retrieving the last item within the bag, I pull out a silver parcel. Carefully inspecting the velvet blanket folded up neatly, I unravel the charcoal silk ribbon tied meticulously around it—realising that something has been carefully tucked away inside. With grand embroidered images detailing the dated cloth, I unwrap it carefully before revealing an old leather book stored safely within. Marvelling over the light grey cover, I can’t help but study the beautifully drawn crest sat in the centre of the intricate design—carved perfectly with its lines tinted in a grand shade of crimson, appearing

The following afternoon, Skye was thankful it was a weekend, which means it doesn't count as part of the deadline, someone knocked on her apartment door. Skye wasn't expecting anything, and the package sitting outside was unmarked except for the one word written beneath it. Schatz. She knew immediately, and her heart gave an embarrassing little jump. She quickly took it inside the house as though someone was trying to take it away. Inside the box was a high-end professional camera body she had only ever seen in advertisements and photography forums, and her fingers trembled as she lifted it carefully from its protective packaging. There was also a weatherproof camera bag, designed for cold

I glance at the first pocket to see everything everywhere. Nope, not it. No, that’s her makeup bag. Is this it? Nope, that’s her notes. “What pocket is it in?” I ask, already done looking at the first one. “I think it’s in the second one. Or was that my hair products pocket? Try checking it just in case.” I unzip it as it unleashes a pack full of hair accessories, combs, and an iron curl. “Amber, I don’t think it’s in this one. It’s too full.”

Then, in the third drawer, I saw scarves, sunglasses, and a leather journal. My fingers trembled as I opened it. Briar's handwriting covered the first few pages. Shopping lists. Appointment reminders. I shoved the journal back, not bothering to position it exactly right. The closet was next. I pulled clothes aside and checked the pockets. A gas receipt. Gum wrappers. Seventy-three cents in change. Behind the hanging dresses, shoe boxes were stacked three high. I pulled them down one by one. Jimmy Choo's and Louboutin. The third box was brown and generic with no label. I opened it. It was a box of tampons.

Unobtrusive. She pulled it out and began packing with systematic precision. Two changes of clothes. Comfortable. Easy to move in. Underwear. Socks. A jacket that didn't look expensive but was warm. Toiletries in travel sizes. The small amount of cash she had saved from household allowances over the years, folded flat in a zippered compartment. Her passport, expired but still valid identification. The notebook. A phone charger—though she had no phone now, she would need it later.

Inside was a small leather bag, black, sturdy, and clearly hand-stitched with a silver moon symbol on the flap. I gasped. “Eri…. this is beautiful.” “It has hidden pockets,” she said proudly. “To keep your things safe. You can use it to carry herbs or anything else you might need. It’s also light enough to hide under your uniform jacket and cap.” I hugged it close. “Thank you. I love it.” She smiled, finally happy again. “I wanted to give you something useful, not just pretty.” “This is perfect,” I said honestly. “Everything about it.”

I took a deep breath of the cold, free night air, and I got in. The car was clean and smelled of pine air freshener. On the seat beside me was a plain black backpack. As we pulled away, bumping slowly down the dark track, I unzipped it. Inside were jeans, a sweater, socks, brown boots—all in my size. A bottle of water. And at the bottom, a cheap, basic cell phone. Jasmine had been thorough.

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.