Leather Pocketbook Novels & Stories

“Open it.” I wanted to tell her that it was unnecessary and that she should just take it away. But I couldn’t do that. I noticed all the other deltas watching us. I lifted out the tissue paper and grasped a large object. I pulled it from the bag. She bounced on her heels as I looked at it, running my fingers over the leather. It was a briefcase, with buttery, cognac colored leather and rose gold accents. It was beautiful. And very expensive. “I can’t accept this,” I said.

Three pairs of white and two pairs of black. Before I could lose myself and just look at the beautiful clothes and shoes in front of me, I grabbed something and my hand crawled to the side of my closet. I looked at it and a leather jacket that was soft and black in color. Wow, this is beautiful. My hand searched for a pocket. Yes, I immediately put the cash in my left hand into the pocket of that leather jacket. I closed the zipper and fixed it. I'll take a look at my stuff later as long as I put the trade first and I really want to see Natalie.

I ran my fingers slowly across the stitching while studying the shape carefully. Then I shook my head. “No.” The woman blinked immediately. “No?” “The handle is too stiff,” I said while adjusting it slightly. “And the hardware feels excessive.” She immediately typed down the correction. I reached for the second sample. Cream leather. Softer body. Too soft. “It loses shape too easily,” I muttered before handing it back. Another note was taken immediately. Then I opened the third box. The second my fingers touched the bag, I paused. Dark espresso brown.

I don’t know if I’m locked in here or if I’m free to move around, but I have a feeling either way he doesn’t want me getting into things while he’s dealing with those carjackers. I run my hand over the jacket again, feeling something small and rectangular in one of the pockets. Shoving my hand into it, I pull out his wallet. It’s worn leather, the edges slightly frayed and discolored, but other than that it’s well-kept. When I open it, a small, folded photograph catches my eye immediately.

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.

He produced it from the pocket of his leather jacket ten minutes ago while I was brushing my teeth. The leather is soft and black and thin enough to sit flat against my throat but thick enough that I can feel it with every swallow, and he buckled it with enough precision that told me he had been thinking about this specific accessory on this specific neck for longer than he might be willing to admit.

She wondered if he might have a money belt under his shirt, but his slender form sure didn’t look like it. Dominic stood up and extracted an old brown leather wallet from his back pocket. No, not really a wallet, Leesa thought. It was a little too big to be called a wallet, and it had an inch-wide strap and a brass clasp that kept it closed, like a purse. Yet it was too small to be considered a purse. Whatever it was, it was clearly very old—the leather was dark and lined with age. Surprisingly, the corners showed no wear at all. And though she had just seen Dominic pull it from his pocket, it now looked too large to have fit in there.

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.