Inkpad Pocketbook Novels & Stories

The pendant caught the light, glinting like possibility. The second box revealed a custom made MacBook; matte black, Ivana Prute engraved subtly above the trackpad in silver. I half expected him to have installed spy software, but he left the desktop empty. My old laptop had died months ago, crippled by rejection after rejection. Now this sat in my lap, humming with power. The key fonts were crisp, the glow promising pages I’d only dared to dream of.

If I will, she has to be with me. The launching of the Writer’s Pad could have been another breakthrough for Kim Yuan’s Microelectronics. It is a software that converts a human’s handwriting into typed words. It has over a million fonts in about 300 colors. It also converts into 200 languages with 98% accuracy. Thus, it’s easier for writers who love to handwrite first before typing them. With features as advanced as this, Kim Yuan Microelectronics won’t easily give up on this creation without a hard fight.

I'm on the last bookcase just as it's starting to get dark. When I try to pull the books off the bottom shelf, one book seems stuck, but I can't tell why. It's not oversized or wedged into the shelf or anything. I pull hard but it doesn't budge. Bending down I realize it's a fake book that when all the other books have been removed it slides to the side, opening an access panel. Behind the access panel is a combination lock. I jump up, get the other slip of paper and after several tries of left and right combinations I open the lock. Inside is a small device that looks like an IPOD with ear buds attached to it. It has a small LCD screen and a thumb wheel with a button in the middle of it. I

He bypassed the large king-sized bed where Amy was sleeping peacefully, and he approached the small glass table located near the large window. The thin, black plastic tablet was resting on top of a stack of coloring books. The device appeared completely innocent and ordinary, but it was actively transmitting highly sensitive information to a ruthless criminal syndicate in New York. Kade picked the tablet up with his left hand, and he did not bother pressing the power button to shut the screen off because he knew a physical hardware bug would easily bypass the basic software controls. He reached into the front pocket of his dark denim jeans and pulled out a sleek folding pocket knife.