Gaara Backpack Novels & Stories

MIRABELLA My body’s still shaking long after Kaius leaves, my skin buzzing like there’s a live wire running under it. I blow out a slow breath, forcing myself to move. I finish tugging on clean clothes, black jeans and a faded tank, then cram everything I own into my backpack. That bag is staying glued to me until I find a decent hiding spot. No way I’m letting fifteen grand out of my sight. It’s my lifeline. My ticket out.

"You think we can go back to the motel? I held a gun to Antonio Gambo in a shitty ass diner in a town that doesn't even have a name, and you want to go back to that motel?" Well... When he puts it that way. "But what about my stuff?" There's nothing valuable in my backpack except a cool new swimsuit I paid for but haven't gotten to dip in chlorine yet. And my driver's license, which would be handy to not lose. "Your bag is in the back," he says, his foot pressing down on the gas harder. I turn and check the backseat of his Jeep, and sure enough, my bag is tucked behind the seat.

I need to comfort her, make her neglect in any case, briefly everything that happened so far. “Sorry for interfering .” My arrangements are forgotten, however, when I hear Jay's voice, as we watch him walk into the kitchen and overlook a backpack from the fitness center, from which he takes a glass container. A man with the grip of a falcon. Maybe it's a shape-shifter, known as a garuda in Eastern folklore - he starts to say, putting down the container with Belasko 's.

' 'No, I didn't say that, ma,' Eniiyi called back. On reaching her room, she noticed the travel bag and holdall on the bed. It was her favourite holdall, not because it was black — yes, black was her most liked colour — but because it could be dragged by the small tires beneath it, carried by the handle, or adjusted to a knapsack. Basically everything she needed was inside. Trust Mommy, she thought, then added her red pair of Beats by Dr Dre headphones, digital camera (a gift from her Somali grandfather), charger, and, a powerbank, just in case.

• Violet • The leather backpack filled with my belongings is sitting on the bed while I pull on my boots and secure my gun and hunter knife. Haru had given them back the moment we stepped into my room. It had only taken me ten minutes to pick up the clothes scattered around the small room and pack them. Haru’s things were still in the shopping bags, so we only had to put those in the new small duffel bag we got yesterday.

There was none. Rebecca Grey! Of all times! Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and she hurried over to her damp backpack. Her favourite army green backpack was a sorry sight, it laid in a puddle of water next to the entrance like an unwanted child. Rebecca would have to blow dry her backpack with the hairdryer later.

Both were the right size for them, the straps already adjusted, and each one even had a small neck pillow tucked along the side. I looked at Rafael. He closed the trunk. “What?” “Nothing.” Little things. Damn it. I now had a personal vendetta against the entire category of small things. Gabby came outside wearing oversized white sunglasses and a crown she had declared “mountain appropriate.” Al trailed behind her dragging the whale shark because he refused to put it in a bag. Rafael immediately took Al’s backpack. “I can carry,” Al said. “I know.” Rafael nodded. “Then give.”

It was forgettable by design, the kind of vehicle people glanced at and immediately forgot, the kind that didn’t leave an impression in memory or magic. Asa sat in the back seat, hood up, hands bare in her lap. No weapons visible. No jewelry. No signal emitters. Gaya had insisted on warding her skin directly—sigils woven so subtly into muscle and bone that even a supernatural scan would register nothing more than static. “You’ll feel smaller,” Gaya had warned her quietly while pressing her forehead to Asa’s. “That’s how you know it’s working.” She did.

I'd slept on this bed for ten years straight, and it wasn't entirely new when I'd smuggled it into this tiny cubicle. "What good will seeing it do?" I murmured, grabbing a shirt from my small back pack on the floor. I had that bag pack as a gift from my mom on my eighth birthday, the last gift I ever got in my life. The souvenir followed me from Silent moon to Silver moon, and everything I have still fits into it. I'd tried to escape once, but I didn't go too far. Matter of fact, I didn't make it across the pack gates. A warrior on duty that night caught me while I tried to sneak past the gate unnoticed. I remember begging him not to raise an alarm.

Kiara put the token inside her pocket then checked her bag to make sure that she had everything she needed . " I am sorry for being late ! " said a voice from behind . Everyone turned their back and saw doctor Gilbert holding a huge bag . " Gilbert , what is that thing ?! " asked Eskylrious . " Your highness ! We need to make sure we have everything we need with us . I have taken some books , some of my latest potions and some herbs . " said doctor Gilbert . " You did well doctor Gilbert ! " said Kiara while the others looked at him with a surprised expression .