Ladies Pocketbook Novels & Stories

She replied with her hands in her pocket and that made me look at her with a surprised expression on my face. Jane kept bouncing as she walked with me, and just as I turned to look at her, the surprised look on my face dissolved into a disgusted one. “Common, you are a lady, for crying out loud; why the hell do you have to keep your hands in your pocket?” I inquired, my eyes widening in confusion. Jane wore a fitted red shirt with sleeves rolled up to her elbows, paired with sleek black suit trousers and matching shoes. Given her polished attire, I found it hard to imagine her slipping her hands into her pockets; she exuded a sense of professionalism but the only thing I found ridiculous was

Mia checked and double-checked her handbag to make sure she had everything she’d need for her first day at The Playbook. She had her pocket-sized portfolio, her wallet, apartment keys, phone, and mints, plus all the rest of the crap that filled her handbag like tampons and old shopping receipts, and tissues.

“I’m exhausted...you want to walk with me back to the mansion?” Lily smiles. “Sure.” As we start walking, I notice something glimmering in Lily’s pocket. She is wearing this big oversized jeans jacket because her belly is so huge now, and my heart skips a beat. Are those all the spare keys to all our buildings and places? Wait... Could there be a key to the pack dungeons in that keychain too? Without thinking it through, I place my hand on my heart and sigh heavily. “Lily?” “Mhm?”

To say nothing about the designer shoes that were lined up just right at the bottom: Louboutins, Louis Vuitton, and even some Stuart Weitzmans. The drawers were full of expensive silk lingerie, from racy thongs that were no more than dental floss to delicate gowns that slid through my fingers as I touched them. And designer bags—each one easily tens of thousands of dollars—in every shape and size to complement the different outfits. This was every woman’s dream wardrobe. I shut the drawer and yanked open the rest, finally finding normal clothes in the very bottom. Even here, the casual athletic clothing was luxury brands like Lululemon.

She dumped the contents of the side pocket of her bag out on the table and stared at the collection of random stuff they'd taken from the men who'd attacked them. A couple phones. Bottles of unmarked pills. Bits of paper. Some local currency. And a wad of bills with the words BANQUE DU LIBAN printed across the top. "Shit," she muttered. "What?" Grant sank down across from her and set two bottles of water and two wrapped sandwiches down. She picked up the wad of cash, Lebanese pounds, and handed looked at Grant. For several moments he stared at the money. His brows drew down and his lips parted.

The salesgirl saw that Elaine was coming up with excuses to make the most out of her situation, so she smiled and asked, “Madam, how much pocket money do you have in your bank account now?” Elaine pretended to pick up her cell phone, and she smiled as she said, “Let me take a look. I don’t know exactly how much money I have.” As she spoke, she opened the bank app and showed her bank balance to the salesgirl as she said helplessly, “Sigh, this is really unfortunate. I only have three hundred and sixty-two thousand dollars of pocket money left...” The salesgirl nodded and said seriously, “Madam, it does not matter. We have a hidden event today. I will only tell you the details of this event si

And mom asked once about him - I remembered and it made sense to me. “Do you have a boutique in mind?” I snapped out of my thoughts, looked at the man I was going with. “I don't know. You should know. I don't have too much money right now - about three hundred dollars. I'm sure it can do something for me.” I looked away, flagging down a cab that took us in. “Where now?” “Good morning, sir. The Ladies’ Shop.” The Ladies’ Shop? Well, I would make do with anything it buys me.

Elara was engrossed in her thoughts totally oblivious of what was going on around her but her train of thoughts broke when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder, she looked up only to find a lady staring at her smiling softly. The Lady was of her mother's age, she had serene eyes, purplish eye colour, dark brown wavy hairs, she looked divine even with the little wrinkles on her face. Elara frowned in confusion when that lady pulled out something from her bag, A faded velvet shoulder bag rested against her side, strangely regal despite its age. It was a book, the thing that lady held in her hand was a book, not any ordinary book. It was covered with a white cloth but still any one could guess t

Lizzy mumbled cute obscenities as she scratched around in her bag for her phone. The phone stopped ringing as she produced it from the satchel from hell, which had to contain the The Da Vinci Code, Johnny thought as he stared at what had tumbled out. Lizzy repacked a mix of tampons, lipsticks, nail polish, carabiners, lollipops, teabags, fuzzy dice and a lucky troll keychain. “Ethan will be mad if I don’t answer,” she said as she shoved a pair of pantyhose into a front pocket.

Setting it down on the table, I rummaged through the graveyard of receipts, leaflets, half a packet of chewing gum from years gone by, spare tampons — in case of emergencies, and lots of other junk I hoarded in there. "Why do women like to accumulate crap? Our mom is the same. Her purse could sink a battleship too. Oh look, you've rescued some hidden treasures," Lucas muttered with typical male sarcasm as I picked up a lip-gloss that I thought I'd lost, and an old ten-pound note I didn't remember having. Knowing me, I had stuffed it in there during a drunken night out. It made a change from finding notes screwed up after washing them in my jeans’ pockets.