Ladies Pocketbook Novels & Stories

She strolled to her closet and took her luggage out from the dusted wardrobe. She had packed a few clothes in her luggage and squeezed some cash and her phone into her LV Palm Springs backpack. She had also taken her Cartier bracelet and Bvlgari necklace with her. These were her babies and she was not ready to give them up.

The sleeves are long and fitted, covering every bruise on my arms. The neckline is high, covering the fading fingerprints on my throat. It's armor disguised as beauty. "There's no pocket," I say suddenly, realizing. "I need a pocket." The seamstress frowns. "For what, Donna?" "My... my medication. For nausea. I need to keep it with me." She exchanges a glance with her assistant. "We can sew a small pocket into the inner lining. Give me ten minutes." She does it quickly, adding a hidden pocket in the folds of the skirt, accessible through a slit in the lace overlay.

She slid open the glass door and went into the clothes and accessories room facing different sections of the room with Bran’s wears, Sophia’s wears, another section for Bran’s shoes and Sophia’s shoes, and another section for Sophia’s handbags. Then a glass drawer-like compartment filled with Bran’s wristwatches, rings and neckties, then another section in the compartment was filled with Sophia’s jewelries, wristwatches and silk scarves. She carefully skimmed through the section for the clothes as she hoped to find something and at that moment, she found a brown leather laptop bag. Henna pulled it out and placed it on the compartment for jewelries as a platform to open the bag up and then sh

Today of all days. The woman refused to show a hint of surprise. She must be used to all these. “Right away ma’am,” At the end of it all, there were about fifty bags filled with clothes, twenty filled with handbags from different designers and thirty five boxes of hand made shoes. It was estimated to be over ten thousand dollars. It didn’t sound small to me and for a moment I wondered if Eros would be pleased or furious. Would he even notice such a small amount missing from his account? I don’t think he would.

No shouting matches in corporate boardrooms. This is chess, not checkers. And I’m the queen they buried too soon. So, I did what any broke woman with a grudge and a second chance would do. I grabbed my old shoebox from the closet—the one I used to call my “panic fund.” Inside: 39 pennies 9 nickels 17 dimes 10 quarters 4 crumpled dollar bills And a random Canadian coin that somehow always stayed I dumped it all into my old leather purse. The handle was still loose. The zipper still jammed halfway. But she was loyal. Just like me.

"This one’s durable. Good for storage, safe from pickpockets. If she likes practical, this is it. Or there's the sling bag—versatile, easy for errands. If you need to win over a mother-in-law, take this one. It’s got that classy, 'auntie-approved' vibe. It screams elegance." I pointed to a small, structured black bag on the shelf. "What about that one?" "That's Lucia. Don't let the size fool you. It’s small, but it commands a room. You can fit your phone, your wallet, and—if you ever stop being able to figure out why your wife is mad at you—maybe a manual for her moods." I let out a sharp laugh. "Nice one, Jill. I didn't know you had a future in sales."

As best friends, they often raided each other's closets without taking advantage of one another. The closet was divided into sections: section for shorts and jeans, sections for tennis skirts, including miniskirts, section for tops, section for dresses, section for shoes, and her favorite section, the bags section. If one day Lily decided to sell every bag she owns, it was guaranteed she’d make more than $5 million.

Brown cargo pants with pockets full of what seemed to be snacks and two more flashlights. The girl reaches down and pulls out a biscuit from the left side pocket. As she reaches down Leora stands and hurriedly grabs the biscuit that the girl pulls out. “Mine,” Leora giggles as she gobbles it. Standing in confusion Gideon takes a step closer to the ladies and Leora pulls his hand to her side.

My eyes widened when this dress was worth 100 thousand pesos already. There’s a note in it. I kind of ripped your dress last night, let me keep it and wear this instead. -L.J. I’m shocked when I saw another paper bag beside it and it’s a Calvin Klein brand when I check it what’s inside, it’s a brand-new underwear.

The pockets on the back had small pink and white flowers embroidered on them and were deep enough to hold her phone or ID. She tried on the other three pairs, one a denim-type blue, but not jeans, in the same soft material as the first pair. They were the palest blue she ever seen, nearly white with just a hint of color with pink rhinestones lining the outer leg hems and front pockets. The last pair was so dark they were almost black with silver thread used for the stitching of the hems, a small fleur-d-lis on the back pockets. She liked them all and silently began estimating how much they would cost in American dollars, wondering if she could afford them all. The price tags were in euros, o