A Lady's Guide To Fortune Hunting Novels & Stories

Bloodmoon Manor – That Evening The corridors of the manor were dimly lit, shadows stretching across the stone walls like silent specters. Selene had spent too much of her life here—too many nights haunted by memories she couldn’t escape. Now, she walked them as an outsider in her own home. Her muscles protested with every step, a reminder of the fight with Kieran. She should have been resting, but her mind wouldn’t allow it. She needed answers. Pushing open the heavy wooden doors of the manor’s archives, she stepped inside. Dust motes floated in the candlelight, the scent of aged parchment thick in the air. These records held the history of the pack—wars fought, blood spilled, betrayals buri

“From our time in the West East.” West East. The words hung ominously. That night, the parlor buzzed with new gossip. “A gypsy woman is here!” cried Louisa Eshton. “From the encampment! She wants to read our fortunes!” Lady Ingram scoffed. “Send her away. We don’t need such pleasant amusements.” But Elizabeth —ever the actress—grinned. “Oh, I shall go first! I simply must know if I’ll marry rich.” One by one, the girls entered the library.

Vera's POV I had always believed I was a lady blessed with luck, but a lot of things had opened my eyes to things. I mean, what are the odds of bumping into Lyon Sanders' ex-wife in a restaurant after she only came back to the country after a long time? But I'm a lady of luck, and that would help me to snatch Lyon away from that orphan slut, who became prideful because she was now warming Lyon Sander's bed. “So do you say you have what I need to know?” The lady asked, exuding arrogance, and I scoffed inwardly.

A flicker of approval passed through his eyes. "Good," he replied. "The resources of the Winston family are yours to use. However, you have to walk the path on your own." … Three years later, in a high-stakes boardroom, my fingers glided over a billion-dollar contract. At the head of the table, I laid down profit reports from an energy futures hedging. And under the spotlight, I signed a multi-billion-dollar rare metal mining deal. The footsteps of supporters began to converge behind me. These past three years, I had deliberately shut out all news from Nuev City.

“I do not know your Fortune, but the hardships are not of his making.” “So honest and innocent,” she said, a hint of laughter in her voice. “You do not know how rare that is. Fortune is not a person, child. It is the whim of chance and fate, not something that can be predicted or guarded against.” Hunter struggled with her words, her compassion. Did she pity him? Make light of him? He was not used to such attention and wondered what direction it took. It made him fretful, like an itch he could not scratch.

Hannah: “Wow! That is really amazing, Sister Linda. I wonder if you’d be interested if I tell you that I have a way for you to make a fortune?” Linda: “Why don’t you tell me about it first?” Hannah: “I have a younger sister-in-law who is quite rich. She has a villa at Thompson First and the villa is top-rated and is worth more than one hundred million dollars. This stupid b*tch is addicted to gambling and I was thinking of setting up a trap for her so that I can cheat her out of her money. Should I call her to come over and we’ll set up a trap to get money out of her?”

“You want to try them on? The manager sized up Leona and was disdainful when she saw her fading shirt. “Are you sure you can buy something this expensive? Why would I even let you try this on?!” “What are you saying?! “You’re talking to the lady of Fortune Hall herself!” Thomas could not help but speak up after hearing those words. “The lady of Fortune Hall?” The manager froze before forcing out a smile. Even someone like her had heard about the news. The Fortune Hall was not as famous as before, but the manager would not dare go against prominent figures like that.

Thus, at the current inexistent entrance of the carnival, the eyes of shadow caught the legs of a lady, short hills, dark coat reaching for her ankle and her face, thus, which was covered in her bold dark glasses. Flames were seen through her glasses and her little wrinkles marked and showed that she wasn't anything likely. She exhaled lightly, with a grin, shrugging her shoulders. Her face tilted downwards as a final glimpse was caught. She had the ring of John, in her finger. She turned over stepping away as the light gusting of the wind blew the lower part of her coat. She stopped one last time, turning over to the left side, thus, she saw the blinking lights of what happened to be "TEMPT

"How old is your daughter again?" said a fat black lady who looked like a fortune teller, sitting in a meditation position with dead animal skin used to decorate her tent, with a crystal ball in the middle of the table "She is 5 ma'am, " Debbie said looking at the lady whose hand was on her forehead, John who was sited next to Debbie looked at the lady irritated