Romans & histoires Lucky Pervert

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

Was I imagining? “Eight hundred thousand!" Lucky raised his price. I shuddered as he pinched the nipple of the girl on his lap and she stifled a shriek. My body started shaking. I didn't want to go to him. I heard people murmuring. No one was expecting the bid to go this high. With that kind of money, Lucky would own my soul. The way he stared at me right now, it was as if he was imagining his wildest fantasies with me. Tears welled in my eyes as I looked around frantically.

Suddenly, the door opened and a man held out his hand for her to take, heading down the dark red carpet in front of the building that was looking more like a grand hotel than a bar. "Of course, don't let the name fool you, this is for the rich people to party." Lucky giggled as she threw her floral shawl over her shoulders. "Come on, I got invited by a few new friends." She walked up to the doors but they were stopped short by two very large muscular bald black men. "Lucky St. Pierre," She nodded and the men opened the double doors. "See, easy."

It's not his at all! "You're better off with someone more down-to-earth, like me. I, for one, never cared about that flashy luxury stuff." Looking at the sports car's registered owner's name, I couldn't help but sigh at his stupidity. Even more ridiculous was how Solana and her group of girlfriends were now all very worked up, completely fooled by him. "So he's a gold digger through and through? He finished leeching off his last target, and now he's targeting Lana?"

Sure enough, a colleague's phone chimed, and their face lit up with joy. "The lottery ticket Yelena told me to buy hit a hundred-thousand-dollar prize! I'm going to be her devotee for life!" Everyone rushed to congratulate him. Even Nate ignored me and turned to look at Yelena adoringly. "You really are a lucky star, Yelena. Whoever gets to marry you will be the luckiest man alive." Yelena glanced at him shyly, but when she looked back at me, her eyes were filled with innocent malice.

I slapped on his shoulder wanting him to stop, "how can you be so shameless all the time? I don't want to hear anything from you, just stop it." This guy is truly shameless, I can't think of him in a good way at all, a minute to call him a gentleman, next minute he acts like a pervert, he glanced at me with that perverted smirk, "my love, don't tell me, you're planning to keep me hungry even on our wedding night, you won't, right?"

Neo bites down hard on his bottom lip, fisting his palms on his thighs. "Great call!" Odette cheered, "Lucky is like the hottest guy who has ever asked you out. I'm sure he'll be more than happy to attend the party with you and potentially meet your brother. But seriously, Star, do you like him? Lucky is a great guy—" "He's trying to use you as a rebound," Neo snapped, "don't fall for it!" "Well, I'm not planning to love him, just lose my virginity," she shrugged nonchalantly. Neo opened his mouth to object, but Odette smacked his shoulder.

“when I got to the meeting the next day, i was feeling dizzy. I passed out where they was only the both of us.” “Huh? Are you okay?” “I’m fine. I'm fine. But that pervert! I woke up in his car.” “huh? Did he touch you?” “are you crazy! Not everyone is dirty minded like you!” “what does that mean! You asshole! You just called him a pervert, that’s what perverts do.” “hmp! You are the worst listener ever. You talk too much.”

"Don't think you're too lucky, he only selected based on image, not profile. Pack your things Lena, you're going tomorrow night, your tickets are ready, all that is left is for you to take your tests for a health check and that's all." "Tomorrow?" I wondered aloud. I had not taken the time to process these things yet and it was already happening so soon. "Yes, tomorrow." "Okay, are there any notes on how he likes to have sex? Or something?" I asked her. "He doesn't want the sex, just the act. Don't fuck this up. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you rarely get these back." "He doesn't want the sex?" I blinked twice, none of my make clients had said that before. There was something st

Alpha Makahi confronted the woman who broke into his pack and pack house. “Do you mind telling me who you are and how the hell you breeched my pack lands and pack house.” Makahi asked, towering over the little woman standing before him. “My name is Fayola but my close friends call me Lucky.” The woman said, waving at Lahni who scowled back at her. Lucky’s smile fell as she looked at Mina. “Uh is she still mad?” Lucky whispered as she grimaced. Mina nodded her head quickly, not looking in Lahni’s direction. “Would you care to tell me how the hell you breeched my boards and got into my pack house?” Makahi interrupted. Lucky’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh man I’m glad you asked because if m