Lucky Harry Novels & Stories

There were several bloody scratches on his gaunt face, yet his eyes shone brightly as he smiled and urged me to eat quickly. “You’re hopeless, aren’t you? I’ll have to earn a fortune someday just to support you,” Shawn said with little thought and much carefreeness. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks as I lowered my head further. It was the first time anyone had ever been so kind to me. I was really moved. Therefore, back then, I lent him my rabbit’s foot luck. He could then steal ham sandwiches without getting caught by the director. From then on, everything was smooth sailing for him. Even the director began to treat him kindly.

She leaned back in her chair, legs crossed, her gaze slow and undressing. Sarah, on the other hand, had a softness to her. Her honey-blonde hair was tucked behind her ears, and her shy smile felt like warm tea in a storm. She wore minimal makeup, a cream blouse buttoned to the top, and looked at me like I might be a shooting star. “I’ve been dying to meet you,” Charlotte purred, offering her hand with red-tipped nails. “You’ve caused quite the stir.” “Welcome to the fire pit,” Sarah said gently, offering me the seat between them.

Harry’s reputation reached far and wide throughout Donghai City and no one among the younger generation dared vie with him for it! Harry was only ten meters away from Darryl when the two of them exchanged glances. Unfortunately, Harry was a short-sighted kid, and had yet to recognize Darryl despite squinting his eyes! Still full of aggression, he raised his knife and quickly rushed to Darryl's side! "Run! Run!" Lily shouted, but there were people all around her. Lily closed her eyes, she could already envision Darryl falling into a pool of blood! However, she had never expected Harry to stop dead in his tracks just as he was just about to sink the knife into Darryl!

Seven years with Luke Bates, and he still can't remember that I have a seafood allergy. Yet he treats that faded lucky charm locket in his car like a sacred treasure. Inside lies a note that says, "May God bless that specific someone with top marks. If it works, I'll go vegan for three months." Luke calls it a prank by his high school buddy and tells me not to get jealous over nothing right before we register our marriage. I believe him, happily pouring my heart into planning our wedding. Then comes today. I accompany him back to his hometown for a banquet, only for a woman in a floral dress to burst through the door with tears pooling in her eyes. The elders pulled her over, their fac

And my target. “Valour! Carina! You actually came!” he hollered as we got close. His suit looked way too skinny and shiny. Whiskey in one hand, cigar in the other. The gangster is kind of classy. Dad painfully let out this smile and managed to respond. “Happy birthday, Harry. Lovely party.” Then Harry’s eyes landed on me, lingered far too long, and not in a good way. “And Lizzie. I heard you’ve been on some… adventures lately. Street Stone, huh? Didn’t know you liked it rough.”

"What's mine is yours. Take these—you can pawn them and start over. So you lost your job. You're a capable guy; you'll land on your feet." A greedy glint lit in his eyes as he snatched them. "You're right… you're right! With capital, I can turn this all around." I feigned sudden concern. "I've heard stories… they say one big win at a high-stakes table can set you up for life. But, Honey, promise me you won't gamble. We just don't have that kind of luck." The moment I said it, a dangerous hope ignited in his gaze. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled tissue. "Honey, I bought this for you. Here. If I gamble, I'll definitely have good luck, won't I?"

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

We want someone who’s got their ear to the ground, supernaturally speaking, so this is a good thing. “How did you know?” I ask. Crazy Harry shrugs, then leans down to pet one of the squirrels between its little pointy, tufted ears. “I know a lot of things.” When he straightens again, there’s just the hint of fear in his pale gaze. “Are you going to hurt me?”.“No,” I say, giving Kian a pointed look. I drop my arm away from the feral shifter’s chest and step bodily in front of him before he can terrify our informant into running. “Harry, are you familiar with the Tree of Life?”

It had a sweet, yet tart inside and a great crunch. “What’s your name, dear?” the man questioned, heaving another crate in the back. “Lilly, sir. What’s yours?” “Harrington, but you can just call me Harry,” his eyes crinkled as he smiled. You could tell that Harry was a man of work. The sun had aged him, but from the look in his eyes, he loved it. He was hands on, still sporting the dirt under his fingernails from an early morning harvest.

Ava smiled and nodded her head telling "yes, brother Harry, I will never get myself in trouble and will never hurt myself and you are the best in the world" "I am so lucky to be with you, Ava, you are the lucky charm of my life and I really want to grow up so strong and marry you so that no one will play with you other than me" Little Harry said with a happy smile on his face, while Ava smiled and told, "but brother Harry, Jack is really a good person right".