Pocketbook Women Novels & Stories

First, she requested that her designer, Vera Wang to add a small detail to her wedding dress. A hidden pocket as a last minute addition, designed to be barely noticeable near the waistline of her dress. Feigning a spoiled rich kid attitude, she explained to Vera that she could not live without her cellphone. And the best way to keep her a.k.a. the bride from panicking is to ensure that her cellphone is always close to her, but hidden from everyone else. Vera complied obligingly to her last minute request. The pocket is designed to not only house her phone, but also some cash and cards so that she could pay for her escape.

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.

" She quickly walks out and enter the bookstore beside the stationary shop . In twenty minutes , she take almost two hundred books from children book to ,middle school book , to high school references book to the few books about medicine . She pay everything and ask the store keeper to send his workers to deliver the book to the hotel with her name and her room number. She also gives a hundred yuan to the delivery boy . As she enters the stationary shop everyone had make a line so the counter lady can added all the amounts but fill everything in the school bag that bought. After twent minutes the woman in the counter finish added all the school equipments .

The women in the crowd went nuts. “It has three speeds, even reverse. It’s waterproof. And this little do-hickey on the front? It vibrates in all the right places. I guarantee it won’t move on you at the moment of truth. It stays exactly where you want it. For as long as you want it. This here is a girl’s best friend because it can go all night without complaint…or until the batteries run out. And you don’t need a man with this bad boy around.” Half the women cheered; half booed.

“I’m a working girl, hun. Ain’t got time to be takin’ no stroll with you.” Weber reached into his pocket and partially withdrew a small wad of folded bills. The bill on top was a hundred. The woman eyed the money hungrily. She smiled, revealing crooked, tobacco-stained teeth. “Why didn’t you say so, sugar?” She hooked her arm into his. “I’m Crystal. Let’s go.”

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it"

A young woman with nine thin, longswords behind her back appeared in the air. She looked about 15 or 16. She was not particularly beautiful, but her face was soothing to look at. The woman's eyes were just the right size and were filled with a certain liveliness. She had a petite nose and small lips, exuding a bright air that hinted at her youth. Her pretty feet were bare. Norm looked at her and knew right away she was someone worth spending money and time on.

Then, in the third drawer, I saw scarves, sunglasses, and a leather journal. My fingers trembled as I opened it. Briar's handwriting covered the first few pages. Shopping lists. Appointment reminders. I shoved the journal back, not bothering to position it exactly right. The closet was next. I pulled clothes aside and checked the pockets. A gas receipt. Gum wrappers. Seventy-three cents in change. Behind the hanging dresses, shoe boxes were stacked three high. I pulled them down one by one. Jimmy Choo's and Louboutin. The third box was brown and generic with no label. I opened it. It was a box of tampons.

The bag was open, and it fell on to its side, spilling its contents all over the floor. ‘Bugger.’ Kate scrambled to the floor and started picking up all her personal, essential items. She did so with some embarrassment. Men, she thought, didn’t have this problem. Men didn’t need lipstick, make-up, combs and all the other paraphernalia requisite to being a woman. Mind you, she reflected, how many women needed three lipsticks, several toffees, old eyeliner pencils, loose change in several currencies, and several loose business cards? Certain that Robert, on the phone at the desk next to her, was silently laughing at her, she blushed and swore that tomorrow she would buy a new bag. A smaller on

Later that evening a man came to drop off the cellphone and a gift box that was neatly wrapped,he handed her a designer bag too. She wonder what this is.Shutting the door she joined the triplets in the living room,first she checked the designer bag and inside was a pair of black high heels,black stockings that matched the lace red and black bra with it's panty a Victoria collection.She almost fainted at seeing the price tags,do people actually pay this much for such small pieces of underwear.