Harry Goldfarb Novels & Stories

Maisie Vanderbilt, a woman who has disappeared for three years. ‘Over the past three years, Mr. Goldmann’s condition has been fluctuating, even walking for a longer period will cause him to cough up blood, so he has to turn to a wheelchair for assistance. Mr. Goldmann Sr. and I have been taking care of Blackgold for the past three years. And although Kennedy is still there, taking care of Soul Jewelry, it still came back under Blackgold as a subunit.

James thought to himself “I see” “Do you want me to tell her that you were here?” “No need” James said and then walked away Scarlet stood watching him as he walked away. “Who was that?” May asked as she walked towards Scarlet “Just someone looking for the boss” “Someone?” “Yes, he said his name is James Gold and that he is a family friend of the boss” “Oh” May said “You know him?” Scarlet asked “Yes, James Gold is the hair of the Gold Hospital Scarlet opened her mouth “You mean the Gold hospital in the US?”

“ Good day, Father. This is Sarah, my fianceé. Honey, this is my Father, Peter Robert Warnock.” “Nice to finally meet you, Sarah Goldberg.” He declared as he held out the back of my palm and placed a small courtesy kiss on it. Goldberg? That's not my last name. “ Sir, it's Sarah_” “She's excited to meet you too, Father. She's into business and finance and is a big fan of yours.” Raph claimed as he cut me off so sharply. He was definitely hiding something and instinctively, I played along. I had no idea what I was getting into but anything was better than what was awaiting me in church.

Sebastian slid a thick envelope across the counter. Money. A lot of it. The receptionist hesitated. Then quietly opened the computer again. “Mr. Halberg requested a car to take him to… Canary Wharf.” Ivy frowned. “The financial district?” “Yes.” Sebastian exchanged a quick look with her. “That doesn’t make sense,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “It doesn’t.” Because Marcus Halberg wasn’t a banker. He was a fixer. A man who worked in shadows. And shadows didn’t usually operate in places full of glass office towers.

So far no teacher had taken a test and I had no problem taking it. When I arrived at the classroom, everyone was surprised to see me, they thought I had been kicked out. I walked to one of the farthest chairs in the amphitheater. I remembered that this was my class with Harold, but I did not feel any regret, he was a dangerous person, he had lost his sanity because of jealousy, besides he had a somewhat dirty record for harassment and committing other crimes, he was the most dangerous of all. The teacher at the time spoke a little about him before starting the class.

Abbah called as he got into his car. " It's really sunny" I said as I walked to my drivers seat. " I have shades" Miriam said as she sat on the passengers seat. " I could use them, thank you very much" I said as I started the engine. It felt so good. " sure, Uhmm hey, I'm going to send the pictures to you, I really want to post some on my I*******m" Miriam squealed as I followed behind Naim and Firdaus. " You guys look so beautiful and elegant and so classy" she said as she looked at her camera. " yeah, I know we definitely rocked the look" I said with a smile. " Yeah, you know Farouk has pretty handsome friends" Miriam said as she dropped her camera on her thighs. " and luckily we're going

“Your phone number, please.” I couldn’t take chances. She hesitated. “Is everything really okay?” “Couldn’t be better.” We both knew that was a lie. Still, she called out her number and I saved it. Giving her one last nod, I hurried down the stairs, urgency snapping back into place. Before dialing Max again, I placed a call to my jeweler. Farid. Nice Arab guy. Could tell the weight of a bar of gold by smelling it with his eyes closed. “Hello Gavin Kessler,” he greeted warmly. “A splendid day, isn’t it?”

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?"

Rich people are strange. "It is, if you're conspiring against one of us," Grayson says, obvious referring to the Alpha's in here. By the look in his eyes, he doesn't want to believe the words he says, but he is totally correct in his assumptions. I am here for Alpha Noah of the Harmony Pack. I nod down to his hand on my arm. "I think you should let me go..." Looking at his hand, I suddenly notice something glint around his finger, through the thin fabric of his glove. Is that a ring? My eyes widened...silver.