Harry Dino Novels & Stories

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

She answers him, still holding my shirt and hiding behind me. “Hold up. Hold the fuck up.” Damian says. Looking very closely at Justin. “That can’t be right. Because if she’s who I think she is, then we are all dead.” “Who do you think she is?” I ask him. “The man who attacked us, killed my mother, and take Adrian.” Nobody answered him. We just exchanged glares. “Ohhh my fucking moon goddess. Are you fucking kidding me?” “You don’t say a curse word and call the Moon goddess in the same sentence,” I warn him.