As Luck Would Have It Book Novels & Stories

She worked with a writing coach to strengthen her narrative voice and structure. By the twins' third birthday, she had a complete manuscript: "From Coffee Spill to Policy Hill: One Woman's Journey from Poverty to Purpose." "That's a terrible title," her editor said kindly during their first review call. "But the book itself is extraordinary. Let's workshop the title, but the content is powerful. You've written something that's going to resonate with a lot of people." They landed on a better title: "Spillover: How One Accident Changed Everything." The cover featured a coffee cup tipped over, coffee forming a path that led forward. Simple, evocative, perfect.

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.

The secrets she had kept hidden, the lies she had spun, all came crashing down around us like a house of cards. It started with a whispered confession, as Sarah, tears streaming down her face, revealed the extent of her involvement with the clandestine organization known as the Syndicate. She had been coerced into joining their ranks, manipulated by promises of power and protection. But as her loyalty wavered, she realized the true nature of their agenda—a world built on corruption, greed, and the sacrifice of innocent lives.

Skeptics call this fact Optimism, scientists call it Chaos Theory, and I call it luck. I was lucky once. I found her in the form of a policeman with sad eyes and a beautiful smile. My luck taught me more than I could learn in my entire free life. She taught me about the loss, made me understand that we could not change the past, but that we should use it as a catapult for a better restart, as long as we had someone to count on. My luck just didn't teach me how to endure the pain without your help.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Perhaps. Was it worth it? Yes. With a chuckle, I stood slowly, and the room quieted without command. Even the TV seemed to hush. From my jacket pocket, I pulled a leather-bound book, aged in the way you can’t fake, with corners worn and scent of cedar. I handed it to her without flourish. “What is this?” she asked, eyes scanning me, soft but curious. “Open it.” She flipped the cover. On the first page, hand-written in gold ink, were the words: Three Wishes.

A single tear slipped from the corner of Adrian's eye, hitting the cold metal of the operating table. Meanwhile, I was on my way home from work. A luxury car pulled up beside me. The window rolled down to reveal Alex in sunglasses, pretending to act cool as he whistled. "Hey, wifey. You like your gift?" I climbed into the passenger seat, accepted the bouquet of roses he handed me, and smiled. "It’s… acceptable, I guess." In this life, Adrian had finally gotten the punishment he deserved. On the other hand, I was finally about to embrace my own happiness.

and she was looking him back with her best toothy smile. But one thing which Ryan didn't know that this time A will gonna leave her traces not just in car..but everywhere...in his life too... My life was in full speed.. But suddenly speed breaker came..and I need to breathe.. What I see there ..I can never forget.. Ohh god... my luck come with this stupid brat.. People say ..badluck will never leave u till u die.. But my life is already a hell...is she going to join my life...

She picked the briefcase and the touch of it reminded her something. Sally: Oh, yes, take this with you. You both will need it. Sally left the briefcase and with her heels clashing the floor in happiness; she walked out. Celia was shocked and amazed but was dazed into Elliot’s reaction to this. She still frightens the incident when he had beaten a guy to death. Flashback One guy among the crowd who had hooted for Celia’s courage and strength during the rag encounter, spot Celia reading a book on a vacant bench.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Taking a Chance on Love (The Youngers Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2018 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of br