Suitcase Character Novels & Stories

That love stays. But what if he's unlearning it right now? What if, alone in his black office, he's persuading himself that walking away was a mistake? Is love a weakness? That the boy who shoved a man to rescue a child was always destined to end up abandoned? I slam the book onto the chair and march into the bedroom. I yank my suitcase from the closet. The same battered suitcase I hauled from my apartment on Van Dyke, the one with the fractured wheel and the coffee stain shaped like Florida. I heave it onto the bed and gape at its empty guts.

He kept on unpacking till he was done. He looked around the room and noticed the other luggage. Who owns this luggage? Smith asked. Oh! The other luggage, it’s yours I got you some clothes and some other things. I also got your deodorant. Charlotte replied as she walked out of the bathroom with a towel tied around her chest.

Sage's room wasn't on the same floor as Tiana's. Sage found herself in a spacious room with a large bed when she opened the door. There were roses thoughtfully placed on the neatly made bed, and quite a few rose petals were scattered around. The various matching decorative items made the room look oddly romantic. Her travel-size suitcase was beside the cabinet. Sage opened it and found her swimsuit, pajamas, other clothes, skincare, and makeup products. This was undoubtedly Wanda's handiwork. Sage realized that everyone, except herself, knew about her plans for the day.

There is so much wrapping that I need to carefully peel open that I second guess myself three times before I finally see what is inside the box. A typewriter. Just when I thought she couldn’t be any more odd, I find a typewriter in her suitcase. How freaken old is she if she is walking around with a typewriter? She doesn’t look like she could be any older than twenty-five, but I have learned not to guess someone’s age by their looks. There is a note on the typewriter, and I carefully open it, too afraid to move anything else, or she might realize that I have gone through her things and never trust me near her again.

To be so, I packed all my clothes and accessories in a suitcase with the thought that it would not be right to leave my things here. After stuffing all the items in the suitcase, I zipped the suitcase and drag it down from the bed and make it stand on the floor. When I was about to hold the suitcase handle to drag it out of the room, I heard a sound of paper tearing. In confusion, I turned and looked at ratan who is tearing the divorce paper furiously. I left my hand from suitcase and went near him and asked him while looking pieces of teared paper which is scattered around his feet on the floor.

“Keegan?” He looked at her before racing out of the caravan. She stared at the open door and then looked down at the floor. The suitcase was still open and there were all sorts of treats inside. She saw bars of chocolate and biscuits as well as dried fruit, nuts, and instant porridge. There were also two packets of milk and canned fruit. Bottles of mineral water were scattered all over the suitcase but although she was thirsty, she didn’t have time to sit and admire all the food. She closed the suitcase and dragged it closer to their bed and then stood by the door of the caravan. She saw Keegan instantly and he seemed to be arguing loudly with Fred.

His dark brown hair was styled so well it should’ve had its own P*******t. His suit? Crisp. And this quiet confidence and intelligent eyes that made him look like he belonged on a Wall Street billboard. I pulled my mouth shut and tried to act unaffected while dusting my bright sweatsuit that was a sharp contrast to his professional appearance. “ Your suitcase nearly assassinated me,” I said before I could stop myself. “The suitcase is more dangerous than it looks.” The corners of his mouth quirking into a half-smile. “It’s a landmine” I mutter, going to sit in one of the chairs while I wait for my flight.

Camilla appeared in the doorway of her room with a suitcase similar to the one she had brought into Kairav's house a month ago. The girl came down the stairs with difficulty as she had to carefully carry the suitcase. Kairav who had just entered the living room saw Camilla. "Oh my! Why didn't you call me," he grumbled as he ran up the stairs and took the suitcase from her hands. With his burly arms, Kairav also walked down the stairs carrying the suitcase that looked light if he carried it.

I unclipped the sides and opened it up, revealing beautiful clothes. Inside was different colors and styles of clothes, most of them were fancy underwear, but I settled for a blue tank top and denim shorts. At the very bottom of the suitcase was a few pairs of shoes, I slipped on a black pair of flats. The flats had a little bow at the end of them and matched my outfit nicely.

I have hated him since then. I asked Emily to make me a meal at least it'll distract her , she's like a sister to me and when Susan told me her story I was very sad . I already have plans for the so-called ex-husband and if Casper doesn't work things out with her I am ready to ask her out . “ Susan, what time are we leaving ?.” Matthew asked Susan who was busy checking out somethings Susan is a very strong and successful woman , she is the female version of a Mafia Don .