The Lucky Introvert Novels & Stories

It would have been nerve-wracking for anyone and although I can be very talkative and a bit hyper at times, believe it or not, I am an introvert. “Hi” I greeted them shyly. “Hey, how are you?” Keith asked while Austin laughed at me cynically and went inside the plane. “Don’t worry about him” Keith reassured me, reading my hurt expression. “Shall we?” he asked, leading me inside, I gave him a soft smile.

As much as his past consists of bad things, he was lucky enough to avoid all the trouble. Lucky was once married, and after he and his old lady split, she remarried a piece of shit that got off on hurting their daughter. As soon as Lucky found out, he killed the piece of shit and went on his way. It always bothered him that he wasn't there for his daughter, so to make up for it, he finds women who have nothing and gives them not only a place to stay, but work. Most of the girls we employ fit that description. Which is why it makes perfect sense that none of them said anything for almost three years. Lucky and Miles are standing at the front of the entrance sharing a cigarette as I walk up. I

“Lucky and deeply unprepared.” Rain stood and stretched, cracking his knuckles like we were about to go into battle. “You know, this might be the first surprise party in history designed to emotionally dismantle someone positively.” “Let’s hope it doesn’t just make him cry and flee into the woods.” He shrugged. “If he does, I’ll chase him down with ribs and a playlist of power ballads.” I cracked a grin. “Colby’s lucky we’re this annoying.” Rain winked. “Lucky and deeply unprepared.”

"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?"

"Hi, we were just wondering when you'll be here." "You were?" he repeated nervously. The man wasn't anything like Jackson, personality-wise. He kept to himself. I didn't grow up around him much, but I'd conclude that he is an introvert. Even now, the thought of being the centre of attention made his face heat up. He ducked his head, juggling the box in hand mindlessly. "I hope I'm not too early—" "Nonsense," I said, stepping aside for him to walk in. "You're family. You're always welcome here. I hope you're hungry. We're about to have breakfast."

Mr Lucky said before walking out of the office. Mr Smith sighed as he rested his back on his seat. He had a mental talk with himself. He didn't want to offend Me Lucky and the Lucky had spoken to him wasn't the normal way he spoke to him which worried hi. He didn't want Mr Lucky angry with him and he didn't want to go to public gatherings. He didn't fancy it. Talking to people wasn't his thing. He knew Me Lucky had a point. He is a businessman and businessmen meet people all the time. They talk to people all the time and connect that's what they do for their business.

Lucky I hate, absolutely HATE the way my body responded to his touch, how I succumbed to getting myself off on his knee and then for him to pull away just as my orgasm was about to crash through my body giving me some much-needed release. I can’t recall the last time I had a fuck; it was at least a couple of month’s ago with a couple of guy twins and a female hooker I ordered. Sure, I like a foursome it gives me such pleasure to have a cock in my mouth and one in my pussy, whilst a girl sucks on my tits. I know some girls would shirk at this but so what, I am Lucky Gianluca, and I will do as I please and nothing or nobody will stop me. Least of all Nico Santangelo.

Finally, I looked at Lyra and John, who were just standing there with no interest. "Thanks for coming!" "It's our duty!" John responded, and Lyra rolled her eyes; I did not expect much more from her. Julian introduced me to his business partners and clients. I kept my style while speaking with them. Few people complimented my beauty, and Julian felt very proud every time people gave me compliments. My best quality was interacting with people, which I enjoy very much. I am not an introvert like Victoria, but rather a pure extrovert—I LOVE MEETING PEOPLE.

In other words, the exact opposite of me. Clearing my throat, I told her about myself, “And I came here from California to get a degree in Botany. I am 17 years old, soon to be 18 by the way. And yeah, I am an introvert who likes to live in her own little world.”

"When are you going to stop being an introvert? You'd have beaten him up if I hadn't stopped you, right?" "It's not my fault. He did, however, appear threatening." She tapped me on the brow and said, "That is why I am inviting you to the party. If you make a lot of friends, you'll stop acting weird to others." "I'm not strange, and I'm not going to that party either." She returned to talk about it with her other friends. In the music club, Jacob, senior "Congratulations on your victory in the tournament." "I'm not sure how many times I'll hear this."