Lucky Harry Novels & Stories

- If you don’t guess correctly, you'll lose an item of your clothing. Oh. My. God! I swear I'm already a half gone. I frown. I don't understand what goal he pursues with his proposition, really, but I'm mega curious to know where this will all lead. Also, I suspect this game won't last long. Seen am wearing a wide t-shirt and a long wide pant, under them, absolutely nothing. —What do you say little witch? Do you dare? - He tempts me. —You're on.

The woman with a sexy red top smiles at me before she takes a long drink from her beer. “I want you all to meet Merry. My new found friend.” Harry formally introduces me to his friends with a huge smile on his face. “Merry this is Zion Watts.” He gestured to the black haired guy with a really handsome face who has tattoos on him as he greeted me a low hello and I responded courteously. “He might look a bit aloof but he’s actually fun.” I smiled at Harry. “This is Neal Bartley.” Harry gestures to the guy with blond who was kind enough to extend his hand to me for a handshake to which I accepted. “He’s just freaking laughing all the time.”

He mumbled to himself, still completely ignoring the other lads. Mill: Trust me when I say I'm not a stranger Lindy :) Most importantly, you're so lucky that I'm the one who got it and you’re texting with me. A lot of other girls would die to be in your shoes. Lindy pauses along the hallway and scoffs at the text that she received. She felt as if she owed this man for finding her phone other than someone else. She didn’t get the whole “You’re lucky, I got your phone” thing because she didn’t feel lucky at all.

Even though he was a little shaken, he was still on his feet. He snickered and took out his business card before handing it to the man at the front of the group, “I am Harry Wolfe and am in the mines and quarries business. I started off in the underworld. Whatever it is, I am still a respected figure in Khanh City. Here is my business card. “This pregnant lady took away my wife’s resources and I am here to get a satisfactory answer. Please give me some respect and mind your own business.” Harry’s introduction took the group of people by surprise. They looked at him like he was the biggest fool in the world. Didn’t he know who the lady was?

“I’d be honored. Shall we?” “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, my dear,” said Hugo with his last placid smile. And thus I left the crystal palace of the spiritual guru, to ride with the Persian prince on his white steed, because he actually drove a jaw-dropping white Audi. But there’s always a catch, right? Well, this was the best catch ever: Harry was gay, engaged to be married after his grandpa’s book tour. He worked for Hugo as a marketing advisor, and he was as smart and sharp as it gets. And a lot of fun to be around. My glands didn’t have time to register how hot he was before we were both joking and laughing like besties. And it was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me that day

“How do you even come up with these things?” Harry grinned proudly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a gift, really. I consider myself a prank prodigy.” “Prodigy or not, you’re going to get expelled one of these days,” Lucas said, his voice light but laced with warning. “And I'm not going to help you this time if anything happened.” “This time?!” I questioned and Harry snorted, shrugging his shoulders. Next, he waved Lucas off. “Nah, they love me. Besides, someone’s got to keep things interesting.”

He leans in and says, "By the way, Kyra. The name's Harry. I've done you a solid today because of your constant patronage." I look at the paper in my hand and read the words in my head. "This may be our last chance to be together. Take the car outside and come to me, Kyra." I read it again and again. After the third time, I raise my head and meet Harry's stare. He mouths sharply. "Follow your heart and Goodluck!"

" I met his blue eyes and turned away immediately, now there was no way he was sensing this too. "What?" I shook my head, "No one has really said so much good about my cooking" He giggled, loud enough for me to sense it. "Well guess then, they don't possess taste buds" The door opened in a 'Ding" and we proceeded outside. Before we walked further, he stopped me with an extended arm. 'Let's make sure this awkwardness doesn't get to us. I'm Harry, and I wanna be your friend" The extended arm carried so many details. Those thickening veins, tiny hairs, and folded collar sleeves. I got wet from the thought itself that I looked at his face with sternness and sighed,

“Planning another one of your infamous pranks? Found another billboard to drop on me?” Harry's eyes twinkled, his smirk deepening. “No,” he said, “no billboards tonight. Actually, I wanted to tell you that I’ll be holding an after-party on the yacht tonight. Care to join? It’ll be a change from your usual nightly musings.” “The yacht?” I asked, frowning. “After last time?” “Oh, come on, brother,” Harry said, clapping his hand on my shoulder. “That gunshot at the last party was an accident; a simple case of someone forgetting to… turn the safety on. I’m sorry one of your men got injured, but it really wasn’t intentional.”

He regretted deeply in his heart at this very moment that he had followed Harry’s order to violate the contract! A person like Harry would try to get an advantage over another person in the most unbelievable ways. He behaved like a gentle-mannered person and did not express his intense aggressiveness on usual days. Ridley and his other friends used to assume that Harry was a soft, easygoing person all this time. Yet, he did not expect that Harry could actually be so sinister and malicious when he showed his true self! Ridley inhaled a deep breath before he cracked a tragic smile and said in a mocking tone, “I lost. It was my fault for not knowing your true self, Soulspring Pharmaceutical’s H