Ladies Pocketbook Novels & Stories

Katherine couldn't help but ask in disbelief. Sofia rolled her eyes, not even bothering to look at Katherine as she continued to pull things out of her giant yellow purse. "I might," moonbeam said, drawing the attention of the other three girls. The redhead pulled out a small white coin purse embellished with green embossed leaves, and she began to shift through the contents in earnest, making small jingling noises as she searched for a McDonalds. Katherine looked at Sofia who simply shrugged and went back to digging through her bag. Tracy rolled her eyes, her arms folding over her ample chest as she leaned against the counter.

“You drop your wallet, Miss.” “So careless of me,” The woman mumbled under her breath as she took the wallet from Ember's hand. “Thank you. I’ll be doomed if I lose this. I have important IDs and cards stored here.” Ember nodded sympathetically. “You’re welcome.” “What's your name?” The lady asked. “Ember.”

Women had more things to pack than men, after all. In fact, Lucy did have a lot to pack. It was not just her clothes but her cosmetics, skin care products, drawing board, and a laptop. Not to mention a huge, messy load of cash as well. It took her half the day just to pack up her stuff. Lucy checked every single item after she was done to make sure that nothing was missing. It would be quite troublesome if she had to come back again to pick up anything she missed. Moreover, with a memory like hers, she was bound to forget something. Just as she had expected, she realized she left out her innerwear after she was done checking everything.

Just then, another customer walked in. The woman was wearing a lovely dress. It was made of fancy silk in a soft yellow color, with a high neckline, cinched waist, and long flowing sleeves. With just a quick glance, Lily could tell it was the latest collection from a prestigious international brand. She was confident that the outfit would undoubtedly be worth a fortune. Additionally, the woman carried a limited edition purse from overseas. She was radiating an unmistakable air of affluence. Behind her stood two tall bodyguards in black suits, further emphasizing her wealthy status.

“Of course, you’d go for something classic and subtly dangerous.” Before I could respond, familiar voices drifted toward us. Turning around, we spotted a group of women from work near a display of handbags. They were dressed impeccably, as always—tailored blazers, designer heels, and just the right amount of jewelry to scream power without trying too hard. One of them, Lillian, smiled when she saw us. “Well, look who we have here. Taking a break from the office, ladies?” Eugene grinned. “More like retail therapy.”

After all, for her and Flavian, the meaning of that day was all too profound. He slowly took out a pouch from his chest pocket. The rose-colored bag was a little old-fashioned, but it was very delicate. Madam Lilian looked at it and felt it was familiar. She stared at the pouch for a moment. Then, Yadriel slowly and carefully untied the pouch. A century-old, classic, women's watch was presented in front of Madam Lilian. She looked at it carefully, and her heart began to tremble. "Why do you have this thing?" Madam Lilian's expression changed as she asked in a hoarse voice.

she had chuckled. By the seventh day, Ludwig had a good collection of female antique jewelry in his drawer, which was of no use to him. A fleeting thought occurred to him as to how she would look wearing only the jewelry he had bought and nothing else. And that day Penny was reveling in the amount of money she had made. She had made two hundred and ten silver coins, which was equal to two gold coins and ten silver coins, and she was exhilarated as hell. She had splurged the money in buying dresses for herself and of course undergarments. And now she was thankfully wearing decent dresses to the shop rather than the boring black ones. She had received her thirty extra coins from him. After clo

Food, if I wanted something that did not belong to a workday. I looked toward the shelf. A book. No. The book remained where it was. I had one. Lady Elianor had not yet finished making poor decisions in it. There was no need to purchase more poor decisions until she had completed the current ones. I wrapped the coins in the little linen cloth. Seventeen. Tomorrow I would learn what a plain shift cost. Perhaps stockings too. Soap definitely. I put the bundle back inside my bag. Then looked at Lady Serayne’s parcel. I had been avoiding it. Not because I did not want to begin. The opposite. That was worse.

“Emergency.” I touched my temple. “What kind of emergency requires tulle?” She looked genuinely confused that I had to ask. “Fashion.” On the bed were already three tiaras, two pairs of glitter shoes, Bunny, a small strawberry-shaped bag, seven books, and one tiny stainless-steel pot from her play kitchen. I stopped. Then took one step back to make sure my vision hadn’t failed me. “Why is there a pot?” Poppy was trying to wedge the third tiara between two sweaters. “New York might not have a kitchen.”

"You need money?! Uh…" Neck Crick rummaged through his pocket, looked around, and suddenly perked up. That chick's bag! It was left behind! Neck Crick scrambled toward it and poured its contents out. There was lipstick, a glasses storage bag, and an authentic leather purse. He quickly opened it to check. It was filled with cards! Bank cards of all sorts. All of them premium! The bystanders' eyes widened. Anyone who could have this many premium credit cards in their wallet had to be a millionaire and more.