Lucky Harry Novels & Stories

REGINA Lucky was a rather smallish man with thick, stubby hair and a nerdy look. He had eyeglasses on and appeared to be more professional than I would have ever imagined him to be. “Hello.” I greeted. “Good day, Sir Lucky.” “Hello, Regina.” He replied. “Because I believe that’s who you are, right?” “Right!” I replied smartly.

He was like a devil coming against the light with a chill. Loraine wanted to move away from him, but when she moved, every cell in her body was screaming in pain. She was shivering. "What do you want?" Harry squatted in front of her with one knee and lifted a strand of her hair. "Tell me where is Stacy. Maybe you still have a way to live." Loraine didn't want to admit that Harry already knew that the person he found was not Stacy, but what he said had been clear that he knew it.

Hearing the familiar voice, Harry pursed his lips, attempting to hold back a sob. Charlotte tsked. "Oh boy, here we go again." Harry burst into tears while Charlotte burst into laughter, leaving Griffith speechless. "Li'l Harry, what's wrong?" Griffith said. Gasping for breath between sobs, Harry finally managed to say, "Bad lady, Uncle's wife..." "Slow down." "The bad lady kidnapped Harry!" Oh, he even knew the term 'kidnapping.' Leaning back, Charlotte watched Harry in amusement, curious about what he would say next.

chapter 64 WORLD RICHEST MAN HARRY HOFFMAN FINALLY UP FROM HIS COMA AFTER TWO MONTHS OF BEING IN HIS SLUMBER HIS FINALLY READY TO ADDRESS THE WORLD AND HIS GIRLFRIEND IS HOSTING A WELCOME PARTY FOR HIM . GOD BLESS HARRY . IT'S A GOOD THING HE SURVIVED . I PRAYED SO MUCH FOR THIS I HOPE THAT HE GETS BETTER .

I won't press charges against you. “I’m afraid that’s impossible, miss… Tell me if you need anything… I’ll bring everything, anything, just ask…” — The key to the lock and a cell phone! “Oh, besides that, Miss… You understand…” "I don't understand a damn thing!" Kit began to get angry. The man, it seems, is mumbling, you can’t be afraid of this ... Here is the mysterious Harry, the one who pulled off her abduction - this, apparently, is a dangerous creature ...

You have got to like host parties every other weekend and during the weekends especially on days like today which is kind of limited in school dormitories, having an apartment also means having a personal mailbox where random ladies do drop off several gifts, junks, gadgets and some even leave their phone number attached to sexy nude pictures themselves. Harry, who happens to be the captain of the team, is always the first to check the mailbox since he, unfortunately, doesn't have a string around his dick. Yeap that's right, Harry is a hopeless playboy and his favorite bragging line whenever he wants to spite or tease me for being faithful to my girlfriend from "I belong to everyone and belo

I looked at the scattered cards on the table and sneered in secret. These card games were nothing to me. I was only refamiliarizing myself earlier. It was my turn to shine. As expected, I got the upper hand in the next round. I held my cards as I swept my gaze across all participants. Then, my gaze landed on Liam. I smiled and immediately instructed him. “Liam, you should feed Harry a cherry tomato with your mouth. You can’t drop it.” Harry Smith was a famous pervert. He was not married despite being in his 30s. He always stared at everyone with a perverted gaze. He had been staring at Liam.

Now that I knew the secret, I made my move. I had my men buy me a huge stack of lottery tickets, and every time I scratched one off, I hit a million-dollar jackpot. After scratching off four or five winning tickets in a row, I finally stopped, satisfied. Then, I posted a quick update on my feed. "A blessing in disguise." It didn't take long for the office group chat to blow up with question marks. Apparently, Yelena had accidentally tumbled down a flight of stairs, which left her bruised and swollen.

Cyril studied me with keen interest, though a trace of surprise and respect had appeared in his eyes. "But you still haven't told me how you know about those cards?" I smiled, glancing at him. "If I tell you the truth, will you believe me?" "Of course." Cyril arched a brow. I took a deep breath and revealed softly, "I was reborn with all my memories intact. This time, all I wanted was revenge." … Decades later, the legend of the lucky charm had long become a joke. Cyril had one hand around me as he pressed a kiss to my neck.