Noble Exchange Purse Novels & Stories

His eyes almost popped out at the assumed ghost of the female he himself pushed into the death ravine. The previous bud of teenager had now bloomed into a full grown female, as he continued studying her. The same shade of wavy curls were tied in a ponytail as the same pair of blues paid heed to the other woman's explanation. Edgar watched their exchange, sliding into the opposite row trying to confirm his suspicions. His worst fears knocked on his door like Santa's early Christmas gift when he saw former monarchs of Orbloem attending the Graduation ceremony of the girl from the shopping mall.

I'd rather a gun strapped to my thigh, but no, I have to pretend I'm someone's innocent bride, yay for me I guess. “Thank you,” I flash him a smile, taking the purse from him. It's expensive, just like every item that Enzo has purchased for me. I don't understand why he spends that much on things, o mean I'd rather have the money to give to someone that needs it than use it on six pairs of nightwear.

"The Ark’s encryption can withstand a black hole; a few old men with long beards won't break through." She stepped onto the floating center stage, the spotlight—a beam of pure, filtered star-light—following her every move. "Welcome to the first Kunlun-Ark Exchange," Scarlett announced, her voice resonating through the spiritual and neural links of every attendee. "We do not accept gold. We do not accept spirit stones. Today, we trade for knowledge, rare materials, and loyalty." She waved her hand, and the first item materialized in a pillar of violet light. It was a sleek, silver bracelet engraved with microscopic runes.

“I hope this is up to your standards.” I looked closely over the grain and wheat and smiled at the man. I emptied the coins into my hand and gave them to him. “It is good sir. Rest assured, the right amount of coin is there.” I told him as I could see him sneakily trying to count it in his hand. He smiled nervously and tucked it into his leather purse strapped to his hip. “Forgive me your majesty, but I have heard...things, gossips shall I say from other tradesman who warned me about doing business with Northeleye.”

He sighed and turned to the owner of the stall. "Is a hundred dollars enough or you want more?" He said, pulling out a hundred-dollar bill from his purse. The stallman eyed the bill with greedy eyes and was about to agree to Leonus' offer but Dinara snatched the purse from Leonus' hand and narrowed her eyes.

When it was time and we arrived at the place for the exchange, we parked the car beneath the abandoned building. Knowing we might be under constant surveillance, we dared not make any reckless moves. All we could do was repeatedly instruct Mom on what to do. She, in her muddled state, couldn't understand. She kept flashing a silly smile at me. Hope was on the verge of a breakdown, her fingers digging into Mom's shoulders as she barked, her eyes bloodshot. "When you go into that building, hand the money to the man with Melody. Do you hear me?" Mom didn't even flinch from the pain; she only looked at Hope in confusion.

"Well, I brought you presents." He gestured to the security team behind him. They stepped forward carrying elegant boxes, opening them to reveal luxury jewelry, designer accessories, and neat stacks of currency. Nathaniel held up an exquisite handbag. "That's Birkin. Only three in the world. I had to outbid a Saudi princess to get it." Elena's eyes widened. "You know... that's exactly not what I wanted." "Fine." Nathaniel snapped his fingers, and his team revealed the final case, filled with precisely arranged bills. "And here, a billion. Every cent of it. Just like you asked."

Boredbones, just as leisurely and unfazed, walked beside Xanthea, took the fit-it-all purse from her hand and, with a yawn, dived right into the purse, zipping the purse from inside. I blankly gaped at the purse, and so did Xanthea and Skully. Skully broke into nervous laughter, “told you, way too obedient. Anyway, that’s just twenty gold coins, please.” *** “Boredbones, are you fine in there? Should I unzip the fit-it-all a little so you can breathe?” Xanthea whispered, sitting on the passenger seat of my car. But all she got as a reply were his snores.

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.

When Patsy left, Judith said, “M’lord, may I ask what is the name of your estate?” Brishor narrowed his eyes. He dug his pocket and pulled out a scroll for her. Accidentally, his purse also fell out and when it fell, its mouth opened and gold coins slipped out of it—lots of gold coins. Judith and Viola’s eyes went to them and the two women almost broke into sweat. They gulped. Brishor made a good show of picking up those coins and stuffing them back in the purse. He tossed it on the table and then casually handed the scroll to Judith. “Those are my papers and insignia.”