Pocketbook Women Novels & Stories

The top is a little cropped, showing off a tiny glimpse of my belly. To accessorise, I pick little bracelet with black gems, matching earrings and necklace around my neck, the pendant resting between my cleavage. A pair of black heeled sandals on my feet. I see no need for a purse since I’m home, so with my phone in hand and one last look in the mirror, I decide I’m good to go and leave the room. A wise woman once said, All women want the same thing, A powerful man. In terms of wealth, power and connections because it brings security to a woman and her children. To provide and protect.

The cake folded beneath her wooden paddle. Its edges browned. Someone bought one. She cut it. Steam escaped. So did melted cheese. Oh. Books. I looked down the street. Then at the pan. Books remained important. The woman turned another cake. Crisp at the edges. Fifty-nine coins. Twenty reserved. Thirty-nine beyond. Food would reduce that to thirty-eight. I had already walked considerably farther than intended. This was a practical purchase. Mostly. “One.” The woman named the price. One coin.

Even Dalya was confused with Jewel's blabbering. Jewel shook her head. "Alright, alright. Here! You buy books at NBS and at Pandayan. Buy all their books. Pick the one with the beautiful covers. The woman in a bikini or maybe the topless man... whatever! Just make sure it's erotica. Use that card. Empty it or not, I don't care! Just buy me an entire room of erotica. Do you hear me?" "Uh..." Dalya looked on the card in her hand. "But M-Miss..."

"She's right. There is no greater virtue than saving a life." "Exactly. What kind of grudge could matter more than a life? They've already gone on their knees." A middle-aged woman holding a thermos stood near the front of the crowd and jerked her chin toward my door. "I heard about it yesterday. That girl looked pretty kind at first glance. Who would've thought her heart would be this cold?" Someone beside her immediately agreed. "Right? Her husband is at death's door, and she's lying in there pretending to be sick. I heard she's refusing on purpose."

The hallway fell deathly silent. Then, a roar of laughter erupted, loud enough to shake the walls. "Gordon Grant? That's the former president of Kingsfield University you’re referring to. Has this delinquent girl lost her mind?" Dominic looked at me with undisguised contempt, as if I were a piece of trash. He let out a mocking scoff. "Selene, not only are you some low-class woman who sells herself, but you're delusional as well. Mr. Grant is a busy man. Who do you think you are, some sewer rat from the bottom of society, to address him so familiarly?"

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“What in the world?” She turned on the overhead light and opened her bag wide, pulling out the larger objects, like her wallet and makeup bag. Nearly everything was out, and the journal wasn’t there. It wasn’t a huge book, only about the size of her palm, but it was thick and heavy, so there was no way she was missing it.

she continued eagerly, “something you could use for a quick getaway, or just to run errands when you don’t want to carry the whole thing.” She practically beamed with excitement, probably imagining her commission. But I didn’t mind. I had a man who insisted I spend his money, and damn it—I was doing my best to obey. “Let me see that,” I said, nodding. “Also, I’d love to look at a new wallet—something elegant, timeless, something that goes with everything.” “Perfect,” she said, already moving away to fulfill my requests. I leaned in closer to the bag, peeking inside the spacious compartment. It had side pockets for smaller things—keys, lip balm, anything you didn’t want rattling around. It wa

Chapter 22 - You can’t decide what’s important for other people ‘This fucking bitch.’ The girl thought to herself as she opened a pink bag that was sitting under the table. The girl saw a wallet, sanitizer, pen, and paper. There was nothing other than that and it made her frown even more. She grabbed the black wallet and opened it to see 10 bucks in cash and no cards other than her I.D. ‘Is this even her bag?’ The girl searched and couldn’t find anything of importance other than her wallet, it didn’t even have any cards in it.

On his head is an elegant hat, and his hair is neatly tied back. In her hand is a white leather wallet, and her feet are wearing black high heels. Every item on her body is not cheap. The whole body exudes the aura of a successful woman full of charm, and extremely sexy. Such a woman is no wonder that JK's director Mark Anthony and the late president of S Corporation are so fascinated by the soul.