Lucky Guy Book Novels & Stories

Lucky ordered tea and a couple of muffins. "So half the pack hates me," I said thoughtfully. "Why exactly?" "A little bird has convinced them that you're after Gabe for power and influence." "That's asinine," I scoffed. "If I wanted that, wouldn't I be parading around the village to show off instead of hiding at the inn?" "You'd think so," Lucky said meaningfully, although she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the barista, and suddenly, I had a feeling that she'd brought me here for a reason.

But I am sorry to disappoint him—I don't and would never feel the same way. Lucky, Morgan, Dribble, and Telly were not particularly friendly; I had only met them a few times. They had attended James' sixteenth birthday party and a few other gatherings. They came from influential families, except for Lucky, whose parents belonged to the average class. Lucky's good looks had landed him modeling contracts since he was nine, changing the trajectory of his life and that of his family. He led the runaway of Amigos Percille's fashion show donning an extremely tight swim brief, exposing the exact size and shape of his man.

Lucky cried after reading the thin sheet Trias gave him. Everyone put on a confused face. "What was that?" Hassan came over and picked up the paper Lucky had just read. "That's the invoice that just arrived on my desk. Lucky took a flight to Bontang in economy class and booked a small inn for boss. You want to die, don't you, Luck?" Trias accused.

"You can count on us on everything, okay?" Lucky isn't what its called, it is being blessed. She nodded and went her way down. It was now quiet and no men with big rocky figures in there. People seemed normal and calm. She went to the counter and ordered a drink, waited and when she has her drink in her hand, searched for an empty table. She chose the one in the corner, near the window. Drinking her tea was peaceful until somebody just made his way to sit in her table, in front of her without even asking her permission. The boy has a cup of tea and even though she is glaring at him, he doesn't seem to mind.

"These little tricks of yours are nothing to a fraud buster like me. I can see through them in a second. Lana already told me that you two met in a car accident. Isn't that a classic move used by people pretending to be rich?" After firing off this string of malicious speculations, he smiled and quickly switched gears. "Oh, dear. It looks like my professional instincts are acting up again, Lana. You aren't going to doubt your own boyfriend just because of what I said, right?" Solana grabbed his hand, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Ty! Thank you so much for helping me see through this gold digger's real colors! "What's with that look, Charles? He's just being kind by pointing it out to me!