Unicorn Pocketbook Novels & Stories

Not even on my birthday. A fluffy plump unicorn sits in the palm of my hand, cute and cuddly, yet small enough to be portable. I can carry this around in my bag, if I felt the inclination I mean, or wanted to even keep this stuff. Which I don’t. Which I shouldn’t because it’s not right. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea and I don’t really think it’s appropriate he gave me these things.

Inside was a dark powder. I looked at the cook. “Is this the poison?” He shook his head quickly. “I don't know.” I smelled it. Different. Not the same. But there was something else. A folded piece of paper. I opened it. Only one line was written. **The rogue must leave.** My blood ran cold. “Someone wanted me gone.” The cook whispered, “Luna…” I looked at him. “Do you recognize this?” He shook his head. “No.” I believed him.

King Parker shook his head, “I would have felt better about it if you had taken it out of my personal money. But you didn’t. You and your mate are receiving the appropriate punishment for your crimes.” As she screamed and cried, we all walked out of the dungeons. Uncle Nico smiled, “I never even thought to get that creative with punishments. It definitely fits though.” I laughed, “You won’t have that issue because you keep track of the pack’s money. Don’t you?” He nodded, “I only have an accountant for doing our taxes. I keep track of the money.” King Parker nodded, “Well, that problem is now fixed because your niece is now the bookkeeper for our kingdom. She will also be doing our payroll a

“I drew Mommy, Daddy Adrian, Daddy Sebastian, Salma, Bunny, Barbie, Uncle Javier, Grandma and Grandpa, and one mean bird.” “Who’s the bird?” I asked. “The one that wanted to take my gelato.” “Makes sense.” She pulled something from the front pocket of her backpack. “And look! I got a new charm.” My hand, which had been fixing her hair, stopped. Poppy held the small thing up to the light. A unicorn. A tiny pearl-white charm, with a pale-purple mane, a gold horn, and a small metal star hanging beneath it. Cute. Cheap, but shiny enough to make a four-year-old believe she had found treasure.

She's already at the display case, both palms flat on the glass, her nose six inches from the unicorn clip. "That one," she announces, to no one and everyone. "That's the one I want." I step up beside her and look at the attendant. "The unicorn clip in the display. How much is it?" She tells me it's $3000, it makes me swallow nervously while I look down at my purse. I have enough for petrol home and the ice creams we just ate. "Can I put a deposit on it?" I ask. "Hold it for me?" "Of course, Luna. Absolutely."

“I may be weak today, but tomorrow I’ll show you my strength and make you eat your words.” Peter looked at me strangely, then burst into laughter. He laughed so hard his body convulsed. After a moment, he stopped, slipped one hand into his pocket, and said, “I’m sorry.” The corner of my lips twitched as I wondered what game he was playing. How could he switch from hostile to friendly in the blink of an eye?

"This could help watch for any backlash. Or, you know, whatever else." I bent over and unzipped the sack. Tucked in tailored padding were a bunch of ordinary-looking items. A few top-shelf button cams, tinier than a coin. Some small black sound spots that resembled hardware bits. A stylish pen. A USB plug that, per a quick note, acted as the hub and battery. "The pen saves to its own storage. The spots and buttons beam to the plug from up to a hundred feet out. The stream's locked down, watchable on any gadget with the app. Code's 'Phoenix.'" She laid it out low and straightforward. "Basic, reliable, off the radar."

Especially a huge unicorn, which I can't wait to take home. "Which one do you want?" asks Habbab in my direction. "The white with purple unicorn over there." I reply, pointing to the prize I have in mind. "Okay, I'm going to get that prize for you." I pay with ten tickets, five for my round, and five for Habbab's, and then we get into position. Of course the man next to me is an excellent shot, and hits all the targets, I for my part only manage to hit two, so, at the end of the game, he gets the huge unicorn for me, and I give him a tiny little wolf, which actually reminds me of him.

I arched an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "What's this?" I whispered, trying to keep our exchange discreet amid the pulsating chaos around us. Stacy leaned in closer, her lips brushing my ear as she spoke. "It's called the pink unicorn," she murmured. "It'll make you feel like you're in a fairyland. And this babe costs more than a thousand dollars in the market." My eyes widened with skepticism. A pill worth a thousand dollars? "How the hell did you even snag that thing?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

“We need an ambulance.” “I leave for two seconds . . . ” Pink Bunny stomps a furry foot. “What happened?” “Dunno.” The unicorn waves plush hooves. “Steve was, ah, with a toy, I think the Mounty Pounder, and then maybe his heart or something . . . ” “No names!” Angry Fox stomps for the door. “They can’t be here! Can’t see this!” “It’s okay.” Carrie bends and places the pizza at her feet. “We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ”