Pocketbook International Novels & Stories

He approached cautiously, his heart pounding with anticipation. The object was a sphere, about the size of his head, made of a smooth, dark material that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. It pulsed with a faint inner glow, matching the rhythm of the symbols. As he drew closer, he could feel a strange energy emanating from it, a powerful force that seemed to draw him in.

"Do you have enough funds to make the payment at once today or do you want me to lend you some until you get yours free?" This took me aback. Here she was, with a perfectly good stranger, ready to help in any way she could. Loan me a shit ton of money and hoped I would pay her back eventually. But I had everything covered. International banking apps were life savers. Hopefully, they took American Express cards. "Nah. I have everything I might need. Along with a letter of address for Ireland. I came prepared, just in case something happened. But I appreciate the offer." I told her honestly. Walked to the door that I had closed and locked last night.

… At Grand Land International’s headquarters in Surich, Switzerland, Titus’s phone started ringing nonstop while he was in a meeting. Even though he had set it to silent, when he looked down, he could still see notifications. Over the past month or so, he received such notifications every day. Carol would even use his card when she paid for a few cups of coffee. She had spent the most when she bought all those Louis Vuitton bags and Hermes bags. At that time, she spent nearly ten million on them.

Schmidt! I patted his shoulder and pushed myself out of his grip. Calmly, I handed him the document I'd prepared. "I don't trust you. Not unless you transfer all your assets to me." His eyes darted to mine, but I kept going. "I have no children—just you. But you? You've got a kid and another family waiting for you outside. How am I supposed to believe anything you say?" Neil stared at the agreement in silence, the seconds dragging out. Finally, his voice came hoarse and shaky. "Pulling that much money out of the company... it might not be appropriate."

When finished, Massimo put the wallet back into his pants' back pocket, then gave Nicky the money. "Here is the money." The girl took the money well. "Thank you sir." The thirty-year-old man was waiting for the bookstore staff who was processing the payment. He occasionally glanced to the left, and the girl he was targeting was also experiencing the same thing as him. Massimo heard a sound coming from the cash register when it was finished. Not long after, Nicky again opened the conversation to the customer, "Here is the change and your books, sir." Massimo took the change as well as a bag of five books. The banknote is put in the front trouser pocket, while the pocket is carried in the righ