Pocketbook Novels & Stories

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

"Just pretending to know everything about me." She sat down, pulled the porridge without adding anything and took a bite after each blast of heat from her spoon. No matter where she was, Maureen realized she needed energy if she was going to fight. At least she needed to make use of the facilities available for the time being. Seeing her handbag on the nightstand, Maureen almost jumped, grabbing the laptop-sized object worth her monthly salary and checking the contents inside. "Still complete." The wallet and all its contents, some skincare products in travel packs, of course the all-important communication device was still there.

A boy who absolutely loved me like his life depended on it. And then poof. Popularity, gone. Friends ditched. The boy, history. The life I thought I had evaporated. I still own a pair of Louboutins and an issue of A Lady’s Guide to Not Messing Up Twice. That counts for something, right?

"Just pretending to know everything about me." She sat down, pulled the porridge without adding anything and took a bite after each blast of heat from her spoon. No matter where she was, Maureen realized she needed energy if she was going to fight. At least she needed to make use of the facilities available for the time being. Seeing her handbag on the nightstand, Maureen almost jumped, grabbing the laptop-sized object worth her monthly salary and checking the contents inside. "Still complete." The wallet and all its contents, some skincare products in travel packs, of course the all-important communication device was still there.

if so maybe they will come here late. Putting his hand on his pocket, he picks up a box that is smaller than his smartphone. It is also thin which is why it is not hard for him to put it in his pocket. "I never thought I will have a chance to use this..."

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

"And he can't sell you things right now. I think she made him go to sleep." It was true. The poor person was completely out of it. It wasn't the normal kind of sleep, but more like a dazed state. Nothing I did mattered. I sighed heavily. I couldn't just make off with the snacks. I grabbed a pen that the cashier had, some paper and wrote him a note saying which items I had taken and left the cash by the till. I didn't need the change, it was Rakesh's money anyway. I did, however, nab myself a small bag for my items.

I said. "And the outside pocket," he said. "For the survey notebook." "Yes," I said. He looked at the sketch. He touched the outside pocket drawing. "Flat so it doesn't bulk," he said. "Yes," I said. "So I can tell what page I'm on without taking it out," he said. I looked at him. "Can you?" I said. "I can feel the page through the cover," he said. "If the pocket is flat enough." He paused. "The current coat has a round bottom pocket. The notebook gets lost in it."

I had this little tool that always came in handy when taking jobs that required unlocking 'secret doors'. So I opened my 'all purpose' purse. I call it 'all purpose' because it has a little device to unlock doors, hack into large computer systems, break holes, tranquilize if necessary and many more. This purse is not too big, not too small, that it can fit into any of my big pockets. So I made the inner pockets of my suit to be big enough to contain this purse, and at the same time stay hidden. Cool isn't?

He wouldn’t be needing his belongings anytime soon, and she desperately needed any advantage she could find. Moving with a quiet purpose, she knelt beside him, her senses still on high alert, scanning the surrounding trees for any sign of movement. Her fingers deftly went through his pockets, finding a crumpled packet of cheap cigarettes, a few coins, and a worn leather wallet. Inside the wallet, amidst a collection of faded photographs and a couple of small denomination bills, she found it, a small, generic burner phone. It was old, scratched, and likely had limited battery, but it was a lifeline. A surge of relief mixed with renewed urgency coursed through her.