Leather Pocketbook Novels & Stories

I could not wait to see the bag worth hundreds of thousands. It was crocodile leather. Even secondhand, it would sell for a fortune. I untied the knotted string around the sack, my fingernails digging into it until two snapped off, but I did not stop. Finally, the opening came loose. I reached inside, expecting to touch soft leather. Instead, my fingers hit something cold and hard. I flipped the sack over in one violent motion. With a loud clatter, a moldy piece of bread and several empty water bottles spilled onto the ground.

Not that she believed that she was worthy but it felt good to know that someone was thinking of her. "Okay." She nodded. "It'd be rude not to anyway." She removed the wrapping and the ribbon from the box, lifted the lid and gasped when she saw what was inside. "I bet it's something extravagant from the look on your face." Leon grinned. Joni lifted the gorgeous bag from the box and showed it to Leon who let out a gasp as well. It was a red and black alligator leather bag and it had the company's logo on the front of it.

CHAPTER 121.2 LOU “Let me placed my bag there,” I told them and put it on the vacant space. Gio looked at my bag and he gets it. “Woah, this is heavy. What is the stuff inside?” he questioned and opened it. His eyes widened when he opens the bag. “It’s just a phone and wallet? Why is this heavy?” “It’s because it’s a leather bag and expensive” Eloisa replied to him. “Why leather is this? Answer it if you know” Joshua teases Eloisa that makes her silent.

Embarrassed, they apologized and hurried off with their friends. Of course, even without that outburst, Celeste had already noticed. It wasn't just that one suitcase—every bag and case they used for Calvin's things was made of genuine leather, with price tags in the tens of thousands dollars. Altogether, Calvin's luggage alone must have cost hundreds of thousands dollars. And the crossbody purse Lilian carried was a limited edition worth over a million dollars.

Yet here, in this strange realm of paper money and moving paintings, the tailors had committed an act of pure genius. I pulled my hands out, reached over to the desk, grabbed the leather pouch containing Sigrun's paper money, and shoved it into my right pocket. It vanished entirely. I grabbed the black scrying mirror and shoved it into my left pocket. It disappeared without a trace, leaving my hands entirely free. I took triumphant strides across the room, my hands buried deep in my pockets, grinning like a madwoman who had just conquered a small kingdom. "Pockets," I whispered in reverent awe, executing a crisp, martial turn near the bed. "Actual, glorious pockets. I could carry three apple

"Rebecca." He stepped in front of me. The crack widened. Ancient mechanisms I hadn’t seen before hidden under the chamber groaned awake. Stone shifted against stone. Slowly and patiently, the pedestal opened into two halves. There was no treasure. No weapon. No ancient crown. Nothing but one leather bound journal kept in a small compartment, untouched since time began. The leather on the journal was black from age, but in perfect condition. The corners had been worn down through the many hands that had touched it throughout its years. On the cover... one symbol had been pressed into the leather.

“Okay.” While Leo tried to open the chain, the man and I worked together to pack the belongings he wanted to take. There weren’t many things he wanted to bring. He took only a few pieces of clothing, a notebook, some medicine, and a small brown plastic folder neatly tucked away under his closet. He said that folder would save us. So, I stowed it in a safer spot inside the bag. Then, he asked me to take the wallet stored in the pocket of his sweater. After searching his sweater, I found a wallet. I handed it to him. After thanking me, he said we’d need that wallet. He briefly opened it to show me a stack of cards and a large amount of cash.

The air inside smelled of leather, metal, and something faintly metallic. Her stomach twisted as she approached the heavy oak desk. The top drawer was locked, but the one beneath it opened. Inside lay a sleek black handgun with two spare magazines and a combat knife. She stared at them, pulse roaring in her ears. These weren’t for show. This was preparation for violence. She closed the drawer quickly and turned to the bookshelf. A worn leather album was tucked behind some files. With shaking hands, she opened it.

"This design gives a snowy vibe. It is also the new product of our season. It is made of pure leather with platinum buckles. It looks extremely grand. This is mainly designed for winter, thus it has a large compartment. It uses two shades of light colours, mainly to balance the depression of winter! It looks very cute as it is decorated with a ball of stuffed animals! It is very practical too. It costs only about 280,000 dollars!" "This red one is also designed for the winter. It's a little smaller than the other one but it's made of pure faux. It has edges and corners, which highlights a kind of sexy sharpness. It's also suitable for the winter. It can be carried by hand or on the shoulders

The woman replied then rolled out a black leather purse she brought in with her. As the purse rolled out, a set of golden needles were revealed. There were three hundred in total and they were of different sizes and lengths.