Custom Pocketbook Novels & Stories

The weight of our situation pressed down, heavy and suffocating. It was then, amidst the debris of a collapsed building, that Kelly unearthed it – a small, tarnished silver locket. It lay half-buried in the dust, its surface scratched and worn, yet somehow managing to retain a faint, almost ethereal glow. We gathered around it, the faint glimmer a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. Inside, nestled amongst the faded velvet lining, was a single, faded photograph.

They are filled with cheap, hollow decorative storage boxes meant to look like classic literature. I open one. Empty. I open another. Empty. I reach for a large, leather-bound fake book on the second shelf. As I pull it down, my wrist strains. It is heavy. I pop the cover of the fake book open, and tucked perfectly inside the hollowed-out velvet interior is a thick, black leather ledger. My heart drops into my stomach as I open the cover. It is filled with handwritten columns of initials, massive seven-figure dollar amounts, and what appear to be routing numbers for offshore accounts.

Wait that's a bad thing, they've actually just shown me their identities, they're not planning on letting us go. "Can you please shut that thing up?" Small robber dude shouts from the front, I look down at the baby I didn't know how, I wasn't a mother and that's who she wanted right now. I bounce her but it wasn't working again she didn't want me! Tall robber dude leans over to the front opening the glove box, while smacking the other dude up the head. "She's a baby idiot! Here don't worry it's clean" he says sitting back holding a pink dummy in his hand, I take it from him putting into her mouth which slowly makes her calm down.

A man's arm was casually draped around her, his hand resting on her stomach. Only the hand was visible, but I knew it instantly. Neil. 'Bold move,' I thought. He didn't even bother to take off his wedding ring. Maybe he was so caught up in the moment, he forgot. That ring wasn't just any ring either—I'd had it custom-made for him. I set up a fake account and left a comment under her post: [Are you Mrs. Schmidt? I heard you've been married five years with no kids. Congrats on finally getting your wish!]

I had this little tool that always came in handy when taking jobs that required unlocking 'secret doors'. So I opened my 'all purpose' purse. I call it 'all purpose' because it has a little device to unlock doors, hack into large computer systems, break holes, tranquilize if necessary and many more. This purse is not too big, not too small, that it can fit into any of my big pockets. So I made the inner pockets of my suit to be big enough to contain this purse, and at the same time stay hidden. Cool isn't?

When finished, Massimo put the wallet back into his pants' back pocket, then gave Nicky the money. "Here is the money." The girl took the money well. "Thank you sir." The thirty-year-old man was waiting for the bookstore staff who was processing the payment. He occasionally glanced to the left, and the girl he was targeting was also experiencing the same thing as him. Massimo heard a sound coming from the cash register when it was finished. Not long after, Nicky again opened the conversation to the customer, "Here is the change and your books, sir." Massimo took the change as well as a bag of five books. The banknote is put in the front trouser pocket, while the pocket is carried in the righ