Harry Goldfarb Novels & Stories

"Anything that will put you to sleep, sir. So, what do you want now?" "I'm going to get close to Harold York, and make him regret hurting Lenore and Soraya, by exploiting his useless hobby," I said. "Find me access to him." "That's easy, Evran!" Biand said quickly. "We're Jeremiah." Two days later, Biand called me at the office. "In three days, Harold will be at the racetrack in North Hill. He will be with his fiancée, Emily Lawson," Biand said. "He is betting on a horse named Harry Potter."

Felix introduced enthusiastically. Byron added, "Mr. Gold is a wealthy businessman from Aston. He owns half the shops in Centropolis, and has vast overseas assets and investment funds. If he weren’t so low-key, he'd definitely be on the Forbes Billionaires List every year." Frederick smiled politely. "Mr. Gold, you look barely over thirty. Truly impressive!" A beautiful woman nearby with a noticeable baby bump snorted disdainfully, "My husband is too kind-hearted, always bringing all sorts of riffraff to his side. Don’t think saying a few nice words will make you part of our family!"

The fish pond's profits increased very quickly, and my net worth grew drastically. … As we had been spending time together over the past few months, Shannon and I had gotten a lot closer. I no longer addressed her formally as "Ms. Holland", and she did not call me "Mr. Rivers" either. One day, I was working on a finance report in the yard when I heard Shannon's voice from afar. Soon, she walked up to me. "Are you writing a report?" "Yes. I'm almost done. Just a moment." "Alright." Although she was waiting for me, Shannon could not stay still. She helped me clean up the yard and washed all my dirty dishes.

The seating chart was on a small ivory card on the sideboard, and Eleanor checked it as they came in and found that Preston had not been invited, which she registered as either mercy or strategy and could not immediately determine which. She was seated between her uncle Gerrard and Daniel. Gerrard was seventy, red-faced, jovial in the specific way of men who have never had to moderate themselves and have mistaken this for good humor. He collected American antiques. Eleanor had, in the car, considered warning Daniel about Gerrard, and had decided against it for the same reason she’d decided against the shirt: Daniel didn’t need to be managed. Daniel needed to be allowed. Gerrard found Daniel

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

He did not look happy at the idea of being forced to sit here. The man to the left of Argus was an older man, about 60 and he had a few strands of pure white in his brown hair. He had old, wise looking dark eyes and according to Alpha Reed, he was one of the men who had thrown their breeder to the side when they got 'too old' to breed. He looked old and sullen.

“Are you okay? Did I do anything to bother you?’ He didn’t even glance at me. His eyes were on the elders as he asked, “When was the last time you met with Elder Rowan, Mathew? Has his health improved? He seems to have missed coming today, which is unlike him to do so.” My hand, still resting lightly near his sleeve, withdrew. The cold dismissal struck deeper than any sharp word could have. If anything, I found myself wanting nothing more than to get up and leave. I didn’t even bother trying anymore. I didn’t bother turning to look at him if he spoke. Outwardly, I smiled when spoken to, laughed when required, answered every question with poise. But inside, I burned. Because the entire hall s

“That is where our deal ends. I more than anyone wants that motherfuvker dead but I will wait until when the right time comes...He is all yours once he loses his authority.” “There is no such thing as the right time, Harold. I make the right time when I want.” “Very well then. I will take my leave now and meet with the elders. It has been such a long time...” Harold stood and crept away. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

He just wished things were normal, and they could have a chance. But there was always something—life always had something. He wasn’t sure what this was but maybe he did love her. As heavy as that word might be, he never felt the need to throw it around up until this moment. But drifting him out of his thoughts as his door opening to Harold and his mother. Harry, the company’s financial advisor whose occasional visit wasn’t anything good. Freya ran her hands through her hair, bringing her wheels to halt opposite his table and he tossed the ring into his drawer, clearing his throat. Leonardo hefted his chin up to the lawyer and nodded.