Hakari Jackpot Novels & Stories

"Damn. If these are the comp tickets the team gets, I'm gonna need you to introduce me to some of Daniel's friends." "Daniel?" the girl in front of us turns around and asks. "Daniel Zavaro?" She'd be pretty if she wasn't giving us such a sneer. Long, glossy dark hair, big blue eyes ringed with black, pouty pink lips, and a killer rack. She looks like a super model. A bitchy one, but a supermodel nonetheless. "Yeah," Geni says with a smile. She either doesn't notice the death glares from this chick, or she's trying to kill her with kindness. My money is on the latter. "He's dating my friend Quincy here."

The golden words on the banner glittered brilliantly in the sunlight—"Congratulations to Our City's First Lottery Winner Who Won the Massive 120 Million Dollars World Soccer Tournament Bet!" A convertible stopped in front of the courthouse. Harlan stepped out surrounded by reporters, smiling broadly. In his hands was an enormous ceremonial check with the number "120,000,000" written boldly across it. He looked around before finally locking his gaze onto me. Then, under everyone's stunned gazes, he hurried over and gripped my hand tightly. He said, "Congratulations, Mr. Lorenz! The lottery ticket you purchased yesterday perfectly predicted the final outcome and number of goals of the World So

The cops won't do anything. "If it hurts that bad, why don't you jump out a window right now? Maybe you'll beat us to the prize." They strutted out the door and took a cab to the lottery center. Dad marched straight to the counter and shouted, "We're here to claim our prize! We're claiming 100 million dollars!" "What? 100 million dollars?" It was a busy weekend at the grocery store. People were coming and going nonstop. When passersby overheard the commotion, they stopped in their tracks, exclaiming, "100 million dollars? Don't tell me that their family hit today's jackpot?"

Alfi seemed excited. “Yeah. And there will be free Nekopara Jacket for one lucky guest!” Koji exclaimed. “Aww, why not custom shirt instead?” Alfi looked disappointed. “What shirt do you want anyway?” Koji asked. “Hokari Kanae, Euphoria,” Alfi replied. “Really? She’s a bitch, you know?” Rian said. “Bitch? What do you mean?” Alfi looked curious. “Huh? You don’t play the VN(Visual Novel)?”

Just that he’s looking for someone with red hair that’s probably not the Akaito guy everyone had mentioned. Seen from any perspective, asking help to his fellow windlets surely is a very good option to consider. And he would still try to convince his friend to agree with this plan no matter what. Jai promised Haku that he’ll visit again in two days, which was the last day of the weekend, to review his skills and helped him with some battle tips. The boy looked very happy and it was clear that the boy was looking forward to their next meeting. Grandma Hanabi, who is Haku’s grandma and the owner of the parlor, was more than happy to welcome them the next time, and they left in the evening with

It was as if reality had gently tapped her on the shoulder. She looked down... and opened the viewer list once more. And there it was. “@heri_sky” Sakura froze. Her eyes widened. A tiny smile began to bloom across her lips. “Wait… seriously? He saw it?” Warmth spread through her chest. Before she could fully process the feeling, another notification popped up. Heri had posted a new Story. Reflexively, she opened it. “Docking at Jakarta after a short trip from Singapore. Merak 815, Boeing 777-200LR, PK-MXE... Next one in a few days: Tokyo Narita.”

I asked curiously. "If you'll agree to be my secret lover, then I will wipe off all records of you in the system and hide you away. Nobody will be able to find you, then." Rachen then smiled lightly as her eyes crinkled into slits. "However, the only condition is that you give up your position and all your company shares to Bryon." I had a stuffy feeling in my chest. In other words, she was going to hide me and trap me somewhere forever, depending on her for food and survival, and never to be able to regain my freedom ever again.

Mom’s anxious face filled my vision, her voice sharpening from distant static into something painfully real. "Zara, what did you need to tell me? If you have something to say, hurry up. Your dad’s waiting for me to get home and cook. You said earlier that you won something. What did you win?" Hearing her questions, I quickly scanned my surroundings. My apartment. Understanding hit instantly. I had been reborn. In my previous life, at this exact moment, I had just won a $30-million jackpot. All I could think about was taking my mom, Helena Nightfall, away from that miserable household, moving somewhere far away, and starting a new life with her.

It instructs me to choose coins until I match three of the same color, then I win the jackpot of that color. Dawn points to the four jackpot options on the very top of the screen. “The least you will win is $149.22,” she points out. My first choice reveals a green coin. Looking up, I see the green jackpot is over nine-hundred-dollars. I’d love that. Next, I uncover a red coin with a matching jackpot of $252.98. I’d be ahead if I won that pot. After that, I reveal a blue coin, and then a green one.

"Ugh! You just finished cleaning the restrooms, so stay the hell away from me. You reek! If your stench ruins my day, you couldn't afford to pay for it." Unlike before, I didn't push back. I simply did whatever they told me to do, remaining incredibly cooperative. Finally, Wednesday arrived—the day of Deltarune Group's bidding event, which also happened to be the exact day my stock options fully vested. The moment our company representatives walked into the venue, the surrounding crowd began whispering among themselves. "The team from Yvoria Group is here. They've secured the winning bid for several consecutive years now." "Yeah, it's honestly bizarre. Their price estimates are always incred