Waist Pocketbook Novels & Stories

Justo little memouse , immediately removing his neckband and keeping it in the front pack of his pack sack. I give her a small smile as I wrap my hand around her midriff , my gaze out of nowhere going wrong towards the plastic case when I notice, on my wallet, is the platform ring pin. The air moves away from my lungs. I didn't realize I was carrying it all the time in my jeans.

Unobtrusive. She pulled it out and began packing with systematic precision. Two changes of clothes. Comfortable. Easy to move in. Underwear. Socks. A jacket that didn't look expensive but was warm. Toiletries in travel sizes. The small amount of cash she had saved from household allowances over the years, folded flat in a zippered compartment. Her passport, expired but still valid identification. The notebook. A phone charger—though she had no phone now, she would need it later.

Less, once she accounted for rent, food, school arrangements, and contingencies. She exhaled quietly. From the hidden inner compartment of the backpack, she retrieved a slim checkbook wallet. It felt heavier than it should have, weighted not by paper but by implication. Inside were only a few items. Two bank cards. And a single painting. Her fingers paused. The first card was unmistakable: a Swiss gold card, embossed, discreet, and dangerous in its own way. It held more money than most people would see in a lifetime. Money that could solve every problem—and create ten more.

“I've just never seen women's clothing tailored in that manner before or seen those types of materials. Your pants seem tight enough to fit like a second skin.” Scooting myself to the foot of the bed, I crouch down on my knees and open the backpack. I go through the contents and remove any useful items, such as antibiotic cream from the first aid kit. "Yeah, that's kind of the idea. They're called jeggings, by the way.” Furrowing his brow, Walker looks at me with a puzzled expression, pausing from gathering the supplies he used to clean and stitch me up. “You’re ok with random men seeing every curve and outline of your magnificent figure?”

Another item was a peculiar fabric pouch that didn't stand out and seemed very basic in its design. When I picked up the pouch and looked inside it, I couldn't see the bottom of it clearly, and as I reached my hand in, I couldn't feel the bottom. I had over half my arm in before I felt the bottom of it, "What is this? Does it use the same magic you find on a carriage to enlarge the space inside?" "That's exactly right. These are normally used for storing a lot of items while you walk around." After he said that, I put it back and kept looking around the store. Towards the back, I found more crystals and among them was the high-rank mana accumulator I was looking for.

"Take it off and we'll—" "Mama look at my pockets!" Liam came around the corner of the changing room area at speed, wearing a dark navy coat with his hands shoved into the pockets and his gray eyes bright with the specific triumph of someone who has found exactly what they required, and he stopped in front of her and demonstrated the pockets by producing from one of them a small paperback he had apparently been carrying in his jacket the entire morning. "See?" he said. "It fits." "I see," she said. "That's perfect. Take it off and—"

I didn't even look at the dress because I was so upset that Lizzy was insistent on me wearing it. “Haven't you?” Her voice is masked with disbelief. I shriek in fright when I feel her fingers dig into the split. My eyes widen when I realise what it is. It's not a split, but a pocket. A real tiny pocket that's easy to miss. With my heart in my throat, I watch the woman pull out a tiny black plastic bag from the pocket and plants her gaze on me. “What's this?” She asks, bringing the plastic up to my face so I can get a proper view of it.

When she sat down, she noticed Jason holding a wallet. The young man opened the wallet he was holding and then took a small prayer book from there. Jenny smiled. She also has that in her wallet. "Oh, why are you smiling?" She did not notice that Jason is looking at her. "Ah, nothing!" she said. "Oh really huh?" Jason's unconvinced response. Embarrassed Jenny laughed softly. "It's the prayer book, I also have something like that in my wallet," she said truthfully.

] "Which do you prefer---flat shoes, boots, or heels, Ma'am?" "BOOTS!" She answered in excitement. The clerk smiled at her and guided her to the boots section. She has chosen a white brown laced and high-heeled boots. A clerk suggested a cute, white, leathered backpack to her. And it seems long-lasting. It's kind of heavy maybe because it was leather. It can fit many notebooks there and has pockets for miscellaneous things. She can even put a laptop there. The clerk said that a laptop is often used there. Especially for researching and making reports.

It was the last piece of Igor I had touched in private. I glanced at the heavy wardrobe, then the bedside table. No place was safe enough. I decided I had to keep it on me, hidden deep, a secret under the layers of the lie. I started tucking the locket into the small, hidden inner pocket of my waistcoat—the one designed for a watch fob, but rarely used now.