Pocketbook Novels & Stories

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a folded piece of paper, and hands it to me. "I’ll wire the funds to your account. Please don’t get cheap stuff, only top of the line." I unfold the paper. The first item on the list makes perfect sense. It starts going downhill after that. 1. Books (Fiction, Sci-Fi, Fantasy. Absolutely nothing regarding architecture). 2. More clothes. Leather pants and jacket. Calvin Klein underwear. A few mesh shirts. Anything hot you come across.. My eyebrows shoot toward my hairline when I get to the next item.

Dominic reached into his back pocket and pulled out his old leather wallet. Holding it in front of him, it looked much too large to have fit in his pocket, but Leesa knew the wallet was magic. Not only did it fit in places it shouldn’t, but it somehow held more stuff inside than a good-sized suitcase. She had seen Dominic pull stacks of cash and handfuls of jewels out of it. She wondered what he was going to take out now.

He grabbed the book, walking to Leo's office. Leo sat at his desk, flipping through the projects Pinnacle Electronics had up and coming. He huffed as he flipped, reading the project information on a current laptop design. The design and product revenue would bring in money in the billions. Leo had worked hard to seal this deal and the manufacturers of the laptops had helped him create a design prototype.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Tonight, as part of his family! 'Bold move,' I thought, saving a screenshot. I gathered every last shred of evidence, packed my bags, and moved back to my parents' house. The house sold fast, and the money was already sitting pretty in my account. 'Neil, enjoy your shiny new life with your little family.' At exactly 8 p.m., Neil found out he'd been blocked. At the same time, I dropped the bomb: [Five years of marriage—thank you for everything. From now on, goodbye forever. PS: I'm selling 20% of SchmidtCorp shares. Interested buyers can contact me.]

he says, his tone serious. "I think I know what this is." His brow furrows. "I read about this in one of the books in the school's library. I think it's a pocket dimension." "A pocket dimension?" I shake my head. "What does that mean?" "It's an intentionally—magically—constructed space. One with limits. Boundaries. Usually, they're set up to trap someone or protect something." "Like an all-powerful relic." I exhale all the air in my chest.

It has a small scene underneath the three buttons but nothing else. Ms. Cummings walks over to me first and smiles. "You signed first. You should go first," she says as she holds out her hand. I place mine in hers hesitantly, before reminding myself whatever happens is going to happen. No reason to second guess my decision now. She presses the middle white button, and a small needle pops out of the end of the square device. She pricks my finger quickly, and the device gives a beep as the needle disappears. "My device only has one location I can teleport people to. It is very basic compared to the teleporters they use," Ms. Cummings states as she stares at the small screen.

He nods and leans to the side, pulling something out of the large hidden pocket he had down his leg. “I assume you know how to use a book and inkhold?” Tearing out the front pages he hands me a small hardcover book, bound with leather and rope, as well as what reminded me of a pen but I had to assume it was a modified bird feather, similar to how people used quills, just without the ink in a pot or the fluffy touch. Funnily enough, I don’t hesitate to take it and start writing notes about some of the things I have heard about today.

That is what I am starting to believe, and I think Pierce has done so for some time. “Got it?” He pushes off the doorframe, extending his arm out for me to take. “Yep, got it.” “A shoebox with stickers on?” “No, it’s my memory box…with…” I pull the lid off, reaching in for my Mum’s small black leather pocket book. It had every contact, every business deal, every bank account in her name…including every password. “This.” “And what is this?” He asks, sceptical of the small book in my hand.

She cheerfully nodded. "Of course sir thank you for your service, that'll be 2 silver coins." Alkhun looks at the other books while waiting for the ebook to get signed. He noticed the book series and it added up to 5 books. Is it really fiction? He read the publication date of the latest book and it was a year ago. It is a myth after all. Sophia handed the book and Alkhun handed the payment and put it into his dimensional bag. "That's all you buy for today?" He nodded.