Lifting A Lucky Hubby Novels & Stories

"The young madam is trending online." Damian took the tablet. On the screen was a photograph of his son, Ethan, leaving an upscale restaurant with Sienna. Damian tapped the comment section, his dark eyes scanning the most-liked comments: > “Aww, look at how deeply in love they look! Did you guys know Sienna is CEO Ethan's first love?” > “You can’t force true love. Some people scheme for years just to get a title, but for others, the spot was always theirs.” > “You only live once. If the person who brings light into your world is right in front of you, you go for them!”

Jasmine* My husband climbed up smiling, "She wishes to be mine forever, don't you?" He asked turning to me with an expression soliciting for a 'Say yes' I nodded and slided the little knife through my cake. "Today is my happiest day so, I'll be offering my wife the sum of ten billion dollars for her birthday. She's free to use it for whatever pleases her." Hearing the sound emitting from people's clapping hands and cheers deafened me.

"Married to a phenomenon, my friend. Howard chuckled, drawing Charlotte closer. "Lucky doesn't cut it. She's my heart." Reporters swarmed like eager sparks, mics extended. "Mrs. Carter, thoughts on the concert's record-breaking success?" Charlotte shone under the lights, poised. "Overwhelming joy. Tonight honors the fighters—Howard and I gave because we've witnessed miracles firsthand." Howard stood tall beside her, pride blazing as cameras flashed. "My wife's passion made this real. Beautiful inside and out, changing the world. I'm the fortune's fool in love with her."

Not far away, Tobias stayed close, tall and sharp-featured, drawing a few curious glances from a cluster of elderly women nearby. One of them smiled and whispered to Erenea, “You’re lucky to have such a handsome and caring grandson.” Erenea laughed proudly. “Oh, no, he’s not my grandson. He’s my granddaughter’s husband.” The compliment seemed to lift her spirits, warmth glowing across her cheeks. Tobias continued watching over her with quiet care. When the breeze grew colder, he slipped his jacket over her shoulders without a word. But the peaceful moment was suddenly interrupted when his phone vibrated loudly in his pocket.

She would be safe. “Okay, it’s your turn,” he shouted down to the man. “I need you to take hold of the vine and do not let go. That ledge will not bear the weight of your body falling onto it from a height. Do you understand me?” The man nodded as Gabriel passed the vine down to him. When he felt his weight on the end, Gabriel began to pull. He was a lot heavier than his wife, but within minutes Gabriel managed to lever him up and over the edge. When it was safe to let go, the man immediately ran into the arms of his waiting wife.

“Don’t lip me, Tony. Remember whose company you are in.” “Fuck that shit, I’m your brother, don’t give me that whose company I am in bullshit. Save it for one of your pawns.” He looks angrily at me, clearly, he’s not had enough sleep. “I had Lucky here.” That causes him to almost spit his water out. “Lucky?” “Yeah, fucking Lucky.” “Did you sleep with her? I didn’t think you were going to consummate the marriage until you were hitched.”

I bang the gavel on the desk and call an end to church. I watch as each member takes a long look at the two men on the screen. I’m one of the last to leave. When Lucky stops me. “Brother, we all love Sophie. We will find them now and be there with your girl,” he says as he hugs me and I hug him back. Lucky and I have gotten closer since he came here. He is a good man. We will miss him when he and his crew leave. But we have an alliance and I know he will visit often to see Melody. He did help raise her before Mav took her with him.

Xavier asked, and got a nod from Lita in response. Lita is a single mother, she is divorced from her husband, and now she doesn't know where her ex-husband is. Luckily, Aira's job as a model can finance their lives, even more than enough. but unlucky, something happened to Aira, causing her to fall down the stairs and be in a coma until now.

Lia was wincing, but she needs her Husband. Lia pressed the number 37 in the lift when Betty entered the ride, and the charge started. Lia was nervous, but she had to explain herself to the Husband. She wasn't a cheater; she could never do that. Lia is even ready to give his life if the Husband asked her to. She wanted to scold her Husband for not trusting her. The Lift stopped, and Lia ran again to the exact opposite door of the lift. He rang the bell two times, three times, four times but no one answered.

"So much for being exhausted! Look at you now, sprinting for flowers and a thank-you letter!" Inside my office, a thin Lawrence stood straight by my desk, holding a bouquet of yellow roses. Seeing me, he beamed and exclaimed, "Dr. Johnson, thank you! If it hadn't been for your skill and persistence, I might've been stuck in a wheelchair forever." Standing next to him, his wife was about to thank me, but I quickly stopped her, giving her a gentle smile. "I should be the one thanking you. I only did what any doctor should do."