Justin Bieber Backpack Novels & Stories

I entered the sequence not his birthday, not his mother’s death, but the coordinates of the refinery where his empire had started. ​Click. ​The heavy steel door swung open. Inside wasn't a mountain of gold or a stack of deeds. It was a go-bag. A sleek, black tactical backpack filled with untraceable currency, three different passports, and a high-frequency signal jammer. Julian had been preparing for this moment for years. He knew the sky would eventually fall.

"Here's your ice cream, Mister!" she announced proudly. She opened her small backpack—a glittery purple thing covered in cartoon unicorns—and pulled out a small bowl with exaggerated care. It was vanilla, topped with rainbow sprinkles and a single pink gummy bear. "I picked the best one for you. Because you're my favorite." Justin's heart clenched painfully. He took the bowl from her small hands, his fingers brushing against hers, and felt an overwhelming rush of emotion he couldn't name. "Thank you, sweetheart," he said, his voice rougher than he intended.

The ribbon slipped loose in his shaking fingers. “Happy birthday,” he whispered to no one. Jaelen went back to his room without speaking to anyone. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, staring at nothing. His chest felt hollow, like something had already been taken out and he was only just noticing the space it left behind. He dropped the box onto his bed. The ribbon came off easily. Inside was a backpack.

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How did she get so fortunate? I lowered my head and took a long breath. I resumed my counting. She did not even acknowledge my presence. She simply sat down and placed her pricey backpack on the chair. I examined the bag that I was holding. It was considerably less than $100. She is carrying a backpack valued at about $12,000. This is inhumane. I huffed and stepped outside to catch my breath. I’m barely able to breathe in her company. It’s difficult. She frustrates me to the point of insanity. I ran into the restroom and took a quick look in the mirror before turning on the faucet to wash my face. I sprayed water repeatedly and examined myself in the mirror to determine what made Juno so uni

He looked ridiculously handsome in a simple black T-shirt and jeans. “Mommy, can I get this one?” Nyla asked, holding up a bright pink backpack with unicorns on it. “Are you sure?” I arched an eyebrow. “You’ve asked that about every pink backpack we’ve come across.” Nyla smiled sheepishly. “Well, can I get two?” “No.” Her smile deflated. “Fine. I’ll just take this one.” I laughed, shaking my head. Alexander took the backpack from her and placed it in the cart.

I stood in my walk-in closet, staring at my options before settling on a dark blue denim jacket, a slightly lighter shade of jeans, and a white t-shirt. I made sure to clasp the pendant Mom gave me for my thirteenth birthday. She'd said she would be with me whenever I wore it. I hadn't really been listening then, but I was clinging to the thought now. I pulled my curls up into a tight bun; they were getting longer than I liked. After sliding on my black Jordan Air Force 1s, I checked the mirror. I grabbed my backpack and shoved my wallet into my back pocket, nearly forgetting deodorant before doing a quick 180 to spray a cloud of it.

See? Nothing’s changed— “Hang on.” My head snaps up. Beckett looks back at me. “You walking inside?” I blink. “…Yeah.” “Come on.” For a second I don’t move. Neither do the football players. Everyone seems to be waiting. Beckett closes the distance between us in three easy strides. Then, without making a big deal out of it, he reaches over and takes my backpack off my shoulder. I stare at him. “What are you doing?” “It looks heavy.”

Brick muttered as he dug inside his bag. “Don’t cuss,” I said without any heat as I plopped onto the bench next to him and got comfortable. He ignored me, wailing a panicked, “Nooo,” as he frantically searched his bag. “What?” I asked as he pulled up a crumpled Skittles bag that looked a lot thinner than it’d been when Mother had shoved it in there. “All my Skittles fell out of their bag, and fuck, there’s a hole in the bottom of my backpack.”

Waterpark - I never felt this excited before especially to go out with Alexander again. Like last time in the carnival, this time also it's gonna be fun. Because he isn't just an acquaintance or ex-boyfriend for me, but now I can say we were looking more of each other. I wore a casual purple tee and ripped jeans. I packed some essentials in my backpack. My mobile, sanitizer, towel in case. And what should I take? Not taking many heavy things. I checked my luggage and shuffled some clothes to see what I have packed. My eyes caught the pair of bikini.