Pocketbook Origin Novels & Stories

But then, I felt something in my pocket. I reached in and pulled out a small, crumpled piece of paper. It wasn't a silver envelope. It wasn't a corporate report. It was a page from a book. On it, in a messy, handwritten script, were four words: **[START FROM THE BEGINNING.]**

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.

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.]

But luckily, the designer of the pouch was smart enough to install two spaces inside the bag to store two kinds of currency. But Jai thought that it’s still not very efficient if he was to be caught in a fight, again. He claimed that by experience. The memories of Torfo surprise attacking him a few times came into his mind. Every time he was smashed or thrown to the ground, the sound of something shattering could be heard from him. Someone might think it was his bone if they heard it, but it was actually those coins in his pouch. He got a thought of promoting the wallet technology, but he needed to know whether that had been invented or not. If it had not been invented…

“You look horrible. Are you almost due?” “Next month.” Gwen replied. Suzy turned the large counter and faced Gwen. “That’s real close. Why aren’t you home? And your stomach doesn’t even look that big.” Gwen mirrored a horrified expression. “I need the money. And what do you mean my stomach isn’t that big? Isn’t this big enough?” Gwen patted her stomach. “This is big enough for me.”