Waist Pocketbook Novels & Stories

He carefully wrapped the canvas pieces together with strips of fabric he tore from his own clothes. His most precious find, however, was a cache of dried berries and seeds. He recognized some of them from his childhood – hardy plants that survived even the harshest conditions. These would offer a meager source of sustenance during his journey. He meticulously stored them in the pockets of his jacket and secured his metal bucket and canvas patches to his backpack, every piece of his scavenged hoard precious. He even managed to salvage a broken piece of mirror, reflecting only a distorted image, yet invaluable for checking his condition.

There was also an accessory that simulated a pocket on the right side, the most amazing thing was the length, as it reached to mid-thigh on the left side, while the right side was a little higher. And his shirt reached a little above the belt of his skirt, revealing almost two centimeters of skin on his abdomen, which had six buttons on the front in rows of three in three. There was also a small jacket in combination with the color of her clothes, which reached to the middle of her nipple and had a thick collar, and on the sleeves, specifically near the wrists, there was a small belt as an accessory. She looked elegant and beautiful. In her hand she carried a black and royal blue checkered h

It looked like a flash drive, but it was encased in platinum. "The payload," he said. "Where do I put it?" I asked. "The dress has no pockets." Elara smirked. "I am The Weaver, darling. I anticipate the needs of my clientele." She knelt down. She adjusted the hem of the dress. "Lift your leg," she ordered. I lifted my leg. Inside the heavy hem of the dress, hidden in the lining, was a tiny, reinforced pocket. "Perfect for a knife, a cyanide pill, or a data drive," Elara said.

I glance at the first pocket to see everything everywhere. Nope, not it. No, that’s her makeup bag. Is this it? Nope, that’s her notes. “What pocket is it in?” I ask, already done looking at the first one. “I think it’s in the second one. Or was that my hair products pocket? Try checking it just in case.” I unzip it as it unleashes a pack full of hair accessories, combs, and an iron curl. “Amber, I don’t think it’s in this one. It’s too full.”

"I was worried about your injuries, so I brought some medicine and ointment with me. I hope it’ll help you a little.” After he said that, he took out more than a dozen bottles from the ordinary-looking pouch on his waist. Judging from the size of the bag, it would definitely not be able to fit those things. "It's a storage sack," Caspian mumbled as he stared at the pouch. "Casper, you have this small thing too. If you think that it'll benefit you more, then I'll give it to you." As he said that, Bowen really removed the storage sack from his waist and placed it in front of Caspian.

Ruby Still in deep thought about my visions, I locate my locker and attempt to open it. There’s no combination lock. I rifle through my bookbag to see if maybe Alice slipped a key in there for me, but there’s nothing except a notebook, a pencil case, and a pouch of toiletries. Inside the pouch is only a hair comb, a makeup compact, and… diet pills. I roll my eyes and zip the pouch back up again, planning to dump the pills down the toilet the next time I go to the bathroom.

she said before she left my room. I look at the purse. It is a small, clutch-style purse, crafted from soft lavender leather, adorned with subtle floral patterns embossed along its edges. It is beautiful and I like it. A dainty silver clasp secures its contents, while slender chain allows it to be carried gracefully on my shoulder if needed. Inside, the purse can only hold essentials. I put my lipstick, cellular phone, and my delicate handkerchief in and carefully arranged it to maintain the purse’s tidy appearance.

But she could not choose that way if Yvette was here. “Actually, in these recent times, wallets have been the best-selling item. It is simple yet presentable. It is definitely an excellent choice.” The salesgirl was enthusiastic as she walked around the counter, took out a wallet, and showed it to Raine. “You may consider this model, young lady.” The luster of the leather was just right. It was not too over-the-top, nor did it look dull. The flower-branch pattern added a noble and elegant touch to the wallet, which was highly presentable.

My wig was already on my head, I don't like unnecessary stress. I took two tablets and dropped the sachet on the sofa as I stoop up, grabbing my bag, a bigger one this time. It's a chanelle made bag, the one that's supposed to be worn on the back, I decided to take this one along because of the amount of works I have today. Which makes it easier for the textbooks and handouts to fit into it, along with my notebooks.

He looked decent in the black formal outfit and he was near to his 50s. I frowned. Where's the damn locker? Why can't I see it? I spat to myself, peering around the whole wagon. There were some ladies back with traditional artwork over their surface. Now Abraham Harris is doing ladies bag business or what! I rolled my eyes. These people are nothing but a bunch of confusion. I didn't know why dada wanted me to join such a confusing world. My wrestling ring was the best for me. "If the ladies take any of this locker with them, anyone won't be able to imagine that there's drug inside them. Traditional and handy", the man added.