Pocketbook Crossbody Novels & Stories

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.

Beau put it down and looked at me. “Yeah, turn around, please.” Beau didn’t hesitate to turn around as I got undressed. It took me a minute to get fully dressed. “Okay.” I said. Putting my leg on the chair, Beau helped me put a thigh strap on. Gun on one side and knife on the other. “Brittany added this.” Beau showed me a pocket that was hidden in the waistline. Pulling it open, Beau put a knife in it before he closed it again. “There are more tracking devices in this dress. We will find you.”

He carefully wrapped the canvas pieces together with strips of fabric he tore from his own clothes. His most precious find, however, was a cache of dried berries and seeds. He recognized some of them from his childhood – hardy plants that survived even the harshest conditions. These would offer a meager source of sustenance during his journey. He meticulously stored them in the pockets of his jacket and secured his metal bucket and canvas patches to his backpack, every piece of his scavenged hoard precious. He even managed to salvage a broken piece of mirror, reflecting only a distorted image, yet invaluable for checking his condition.

and bailed out. The pungent scent of pot smoke wafted out of Mike’s truck as Brandt opened the door. A roach clip dangled from the rearview mirror, weighted with feathers and skinny strips of leather. He pushed aside food wrappers and empty beer cans until he found a small bright orange fanny pack. Since he’d forgotten to ask specifics about size and color, he unzipped the main compartment. His hand froze. It wasn’t the unopened package of condoms that snared his interest, but the hand-tooled leather wallet.

She emptied her purse belongings into a large Marc Jacobs shoulder bag in black leather. Meredith checked the time and grabbed another bottle of water and a couple of granola bars and tossed them into her purse as she headed to the door. She put on her Yves Salomon sand-colored parka. It was lined with fur and perfect for the snow fall that had taken place over night.

For a small woman, she has bountiful of those so closing them is always her priority. For her feet, she removed a brown new pair of American made version New balance 990 series Murad bought for her recently and wore them. For her bag, since she only needs their money, New Zealand dollars, that Mika'il changed and gave her, she took Hilde Palladino belt bag that she strapped around her waist, she is going to shopping which means her hands are going to be too busy to hold money, besides, that is the reason she brought a belt bag. She sprayed a bit of Mika'il's love is in the air limited edition then left her room. Just like she heard, they are not there but they left her note.

It looked like a flash drive, but it was encased in platinum. "The payload," he said. "Where do I put it?" I asked. "The dress has no pockets." Elara smirked. "I am The Weaver, darling. I anticipate the needs of my clientele." She knelt down. She adjusted the hem of the dress. "Lift your leg," she ordered. I lifted my leg. Inside the heavy hem of the dress, hidden in the lining, was a tiny, reinforced pocket. "Perfect for a knife, a cyanide pill, or a data drive," Elara said.

Justo little memouse , immediately removing his neckband and keeping it in the front pack of his pack sack. I give her a small smile as I wrap my hand around her midriff , my gaze out of nowhere going wrong towards the plastic case when I notice, on my wallet, is the platform ring pin. The air moves away from my lungs. I didn't realize I was carrying it all the time in my jeans.

A wicked smile crept on my face as I imagined Eric's reaction. I quickly changed into the dress, adding a pair of comfortable ankle boots that would let me walk or run or do whatever this surprise required. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed I looked good. I grabbed my essentials—wallet and a light makeup bag. I stuffed them into a small, crossbody bag. Less to carry, more freedom to move.

Hilary glanced at the mountain of bags Sigourney was holding, tilting her head and winking teasingly. Sigourney simply shook her head, saying that she and Theodore weren't actually that close-it was all for show in front of others. Then she pulled Hilary into a handbag boutique to browse. At a glance, one particular handbag immediately caught Sigourney's eye. It was a crystal crossbody bag, crafted from shimmering silver-toned crystals. Though simple in design, it exuded elegance-perfectly suited for the minimalist outfits Sigourney often wore. "This is a crystal handbag from our latest collection and is available only in limited quantities..."