Suitcase Character Novels & Stories

When Charlotte said she would scratch her face, Jessica didn't doubt it because it was evident at a glance that Charlotte was a poor pauper with nothing much to lose. The atmosphere became tense, and someone intervened to defuse the situation, pulling Jessica away. Charlotte used the opportunity to gather her belongings and leave the room with the others. The logistics department showed no mercy to Suzanne. They assigned her to an old, dusty room that looked more like a storage room.

Andre didn't love me, and I fooled myself into thinking we were the real deal. I grabbed my small tote bag, slung it over my shoulder, and wheeled the suitcase behind me. The hallway echoed with the sound of my suitcase wheels. Everyone was probably asleep. The rain outside made the whole place feel more gloomy and sad. I was dragging my suitcase across the floor as quietly as I could. And then… “Miss Lisa?” I froze. Stanley stood at the end of the hallway. He was in his butler uniform and house slippers. His eyes looked tired but alert. His gaze dropped to the suitcase.

Charles had a unique mark of idealism that could make any teenage girl go lip smacking and tongue tied. A servant was walking two feet away from him holding a suitcase. As soon as he sat on the other side of Aliza the engine went to life. Aliza bit her lip to arrest the sexual tension in her. She was going to travel with her boss in the same plane and she had no idea about the flight travel. Will there be toilets inside? How long would the journey be? What would her aunt and Fredrick say when they come to know about her travel. Will Stella be okay with her travel and understand her work responsibilities? Charles did not spare Stella another look after a nod when she wished him a good evening

Honestly, I couldn’t blame her because what I knew of Casillas was terrifying. He was the man behind the curtain, the one who made Susanna and Liliana's luxurious, consequence-free lives possible. The designer wardrobes, the way problems just disappeared—none of it had ever come from their own brilliance or charm. They weren’t clever or powerful enough. But Casillas? He was.

Suddenly, my suitcase disappeared from my hands while I was still trying to get it up the stone steps. When my suitcase was put aside, I saw the woman behind it. She wasn’t tall, like not at all, coming up at about five feet or something. She was wearing a floral dress, wearing every color of the rainbow. Her hair was fiery orange and curly, exactly like you would want an Irish lady to look like.

I was kneeling on a curb, in a sweat-stained dress, my hair sticking to my forehead, my fingers grimy from trying to fix the suitcase. I froze, not knowing what to say. His eyes darted from my dirty hands to the broken suitcase to the open drain. “Lost a wheel?” he asked, a half-smile tugging at his lips. Clearly he’d put two and two together and realized that my suitcase was broken.

By the entryway, where my suitcase had always been, was empty. He stood there, his mind going blank for a few seconds. Then, he started searching the bedroom, the kitchen, the balcony, and even the storage room. My clothes were still there. My shoes were still there. My makeup was neatly arranged on the vanity. Yet, the suitcase I treasured most was gone. He remembered that suitcase. It was silver-gray in color, and I had dragged it behind me through customs, only to get stopped and questioned for what felt like forever. Back then, I had clutched the corner of his shirt, nervously whispering, “Honey… I won’t get deported, will I?”

TADE Her door sensor alarm comes on, Tade, a brown skin melanin-popping lady as she loves to describe herself gets off her bed, slips her perfectly pedicured feet into her fluffy moccasin, and walks to the living room to answer the door. A DHL dispatch rider holds out two customized LV bags and hands her a printed form to sign in before handing over the package to her, She smiles and closes the door. She sits on her sofa in the corner of her heavily decorated sitting room and opens the bag to unbox and adore the Louis Vuitton bag and matching shoes, her phone rings "Hi Baby!" she blushes as she answers the call "with a voice like that, it means you are no longer mad at me" the voice echoes f

I’d loved Cade for so long, and when I finally came to the catastrophic realization that he’d never loved me in the way I wanted him to, I was gutted. The sight of my dented black suitcase looping around the luggage carousel brings me back to the present. A few unladylike grunting noises leave my body as I try to heave the suitcase off the lip of the conveyor belt. With a few more tugs, the suitcase falls to the ground with a loud thump. Taking a deep breath, I push the blonde curls out of my face and grab the handles of both my bags.

Dangerous to the heart and sanity of any red-blooded man… She’s dragging a suitcase that’s almost as big as she is, oblivious to the wreckage she’s leaving behind. A guy in a Brooks Brothers suit actually stops mid-sentence to stare. Two married men pretend to check their phones so their wives don’t catch them looking. A baggage handler with a cart takes a full-on shoulder to a pillar because he can’t look away from her.