Aries Lucky Numbers Novels & Stories

"He's coming!" Suzanne glanced up from her tablet to see an excited looking Yvonne Long squealing like a little girl. "Good, then you'd better give me the lottery numbers," Suzanne stuck her tongue out at the ghost. "Alright, listen carefully. I'll only say this once. 32-8-56-17-9-94." Suzanne smiled. "Got it," she said as she quickly typed the numbers into her tablet. By was she going to go on a shopping spree after all this was over.

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

"Fate brings me the people who need my help. You're not one of them." "Wait." Charlotte grabbed Aria's arm. "Ms. Carver, I do need your help. If you agree to help me, I'll do whatever you say!" Aria turned to face her. "Fine. Fate has brought us together, I suppose. What do you want to know?" "H-How's my luck looking lately?" Charlotte unconsciously twisted the wedding ring on her left hand. Aria caught the gesture immediately. Aria lifted her fingers. "Hmm… Your luck is terrible. I shouldn't say more, and this isn't the right place to continue anyway."

As I turn around and got in my car I open my windshield and wave my hand Diane also goes to her house to unpacked her luggage and change her clothes to be more comfortable. And take a rest on the sofa she decided to open the TV to pass the time since she is not going to work today...News caught her curiosity! The reporter says “A girl in an SUV car collided in trees with the plate # AZ172.”

Elenita’s getting crazy because she couldn’t find you. I smirked, answering his message. Me: Tell Elenita I fell asleep in the office. I’m safe! After hitting the send button, I opened Elenita’s message and replied to her. Me: I love you, Elenita. I’m still breathing. Sky already told you to stop reading the horoscope. It’s not healthy for you. A few seconds later, the kitchen queen replied, sending me a picture from the newspaper. “Some sort of confusion is likely to occur in your life today. You may get entangled in a disagreement with someone close to you. Your lucky number is 6 and 8. Your lucky color is blue.”

If not, I'd be going to meet Mom and Dad soon. Why in the world did I have to get such a bad luck? 5,867,000. That is seven digits! Million! We’re talking about millions! Where could I possibly get that! Ahhhhhhhhhh! With my intuition and faith, I wrote my six digit combination. I’ve asked for heavenly signs and all the first number that came to mind went into my lottery card. Papa God, I really needed it! I still have a dream in life and will not let my clumsiness ruin it all. @Death Wish

Patrice was shocked. “Why are you so happy?” She asked Helga. Helga smiled the sweetest and showed her phone. Night Lee ♥ +6315XXXXXXXX Patrice’s eyes widened. “WOWWWW! You got his number?” She asked. Helga nodded enthusiastically. “He gave it to me!” She replied. Patrice’s eyes grew wider. “Really? Wow! That is so amazing!!!” She replied feeling happy for her friend. Helga nodded, her face blushing. “I can’t believe it myself.” She spoke.

Andos said. Alfi just obeyed him. "What a moron. There’s no way he will win as he picks the 6D lottery (A short of "6 digits". The odds is 1:999999.) And I will win as I have an SS luck." Andos said in his mind. What a jerk.

In my past life, my memory had worsened after I'd lent Whitney my luck, and misfortune had followed me everywhere. Even though I still had some of my luck, half had gone to Whitney. That left me with only half. Indeed, my luck wasn't unlimited. Once it was gone, it was over. That was what the fortune-teller had told me, looking deadly serious. So I could only rely on hard work. It didn't bother me because I didn't regret lending my luck to Whitney before. She'd deserved it because she'd given me the warmth I desperately needed at that time. From that moment on, though, we would walk our separate paths.

As I recalled, they came from Grisee, a neighboring town to the west of Surabaya. When I arrived at Laymisch stalls, a young man was about to pay. "How much?" asked the buyer. "Ice tea and a cigarette." "MILF, Soraya, the snail, and the dead man," Laymisch counted, "the head of the robber." What was called by Laymisch was the lottery gambling codes. You see, ‘MILF' was iced tea and ‘Soraya’ was the Surya brand's cigarette. ‘The dead man’ was number 3 equals three thousand, and the 'snail’ was number 2 equals two thousand. If added together, ‘the head of the robber’ was symbolized by the number 5 means five thousand.