Pink Pocketbook Novels & Stories

Congrats on finally getting your wish! When I refreshed the page, the post had already vanished. I put my phone down, a slow smile spreading across my face. 'Guess you know homewreckers don't shine too well in the spotlight.'

The weight of our situation pressed down, heavy and suffocating. It was then, amidst the debris of a collapsed building, that Kelly unearthed it – a small, tarnished silver locket. It lay half-buried in the dust, its surface scratched and worn, yet somehow managing to retain a faint, almost ethereal glow. We gathered around it, the faint glimmer a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. Inside, nestled amongst the faded velvet lining, was a single, faded photograph.

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.

He’s so close to my soaked panties, to stroking my clit through the wet material. Then, his phone buzzes on the vanity.

~~~DIANA~~~ “Bitch, what the hell is this?” Pippa is right in front of my vanity, holding up the packet of birth control pills she found under my makeup wipes. I don’t even look up from scrolling through my phone. “It’s Postinor, hello? Put it back.” She keeps staring at the blister pack like it's a tissue paper filled with poo. There’s barely anything left in there. Just two pills. Maybe three, max.

Saying that, she shakes the matchbox in her hand. Hearing the sound, Layla looked at Sophia from behind the blocking arms and noticed a matchbox in her palm; she slowly tried to slide her body backwards. "N….No….you both can't do this…." Her lips trembled. "Go to hell, Layla," However, Sophia smirked and opened the package, removing a few sticks to lighten up the next moment. When Layla watches the burning stick in her hand. She started getting fretful. She can't pretend she's not terrified.

Wait that's a bad thing, they've actually just shown me their identities, they're not planning on letting us go. "Can you please shut that thing up?" Small robber dude shouts from the front, I look down at the baby I didn't know how, I wasn't a mother and that's who she wanted right now. I bounce her but it wasn't working again she didn't want me! Tall robber dude leans over to the front opening the glove box, while smacking the other dude up the head. "She's a baby idiot! Here don't worry it's clean" he says sitting back holding a pink dummy in his hand, I take it from him putting into her mouth which slowly makes her calm down.

She was wearing a white dress that seemed to have lost it colour. He looked around the bus station and noticed that there were similar kids of age Hawking all sort of things. "Aren't you too young to sell things on your own?" Richard asked the little. "No I'm not," the little girl smiled revealing the gaps in her teeth. "Where are your shoes?" He asked after noticing that she was bare footed. "I don't have any" she replied. "Why don't you use the money you earn to buy yourself shoes?" He questioned. "I don't really earn enough, and we use the money to food," the little answered.

He bit his lip at the note sticking under the bowl of soup. 'Get well soon, Puckett! I got you some holy books and herbal tea to speed up your recovery. Oh, and do sip it carefully.' Arlen lifted the food and the teapot off the tray after feeling a hallowed spot in the wood. He found an opening in his search- a thin pamphlet hidden neatly. "Holy book, huh?" It had the cover of a rabbit sitting on a patch of grass. The omega thought nothing of it and opened the first page.

“I’ll ring these up and bill Master McCabe.” “Oh, that’s not necessary. I can afford a couple of books myself.” Hana tried to stop Finch, following him to the register. “So…did we stop here for Hana to get her ancient book fix? And oo those look interesting. You’re sharing.” Pam asked, leaning on the counter to see what books Hana was getting. “This book itself is two hundred dollars.” Finch held up the first edition of Jannot: A French Rabbit by Mireille Marokvia. “And this one is five hundred twenty-five.” He held up the copy of The Birth, life, and Acts of King Arthur by Thomas Malory.