As Luck Would Have It Book Novels & Stories

The case swung slightly ajar. Kael looked at the clasp on the floor. Then, at the open case, he saw a book. He picked up the book titled The Luck Bearers Vol. III, carefully opened it to the first page, and read the first line. The Luck Bearers are not mages. They are not warriors. They are not chosen by gods or blessed by divine hands. They are anomalies. Errors in the system. People around whom the laws of probability stop behaving, bending, warping, and rearranging in ways no one can predict, measure, or pull back under control.

Chapter 1 Luck is known to be a fickle creature appearing and disappearing at a whim, though there are those so-called fortune's favorites who seem permanently in her favor while others seem just as equally misfortune's favorites cursed with bad luck. But perception is a tricky thing; what may at first appear to be misfortune may in fact be just the luck someone needs and what may appear to be a lucky step may in fact be bad luck in deed. But that is luck, chaos personified.

Luther asked already knowing what happened to The God of Good fortune and just wanting to get more information out of him without being obviously. "Good one." Lucas whispered to Luther while smiling at this revolution. The God of Good Fortune had such good luck that he came to their VIP room and got his memories back along with them. Mazaya was so full of secrets that unless they discovered every secret they most likely could never truly rule. Her wisdom was showing because this was genius.

Tell me to trust my husband and stop asking questions I have no business asking. My mother loves reminding me that I'm lucky. Lucky Marco married me. Lucky he gave Isabella a name. Lucky I have this big house and nice clothes and everything I could possibly need. She loves reminding me that I could have had nothing. That I could have been cast out, alone, raising a bastard child with no money and no future. She's right, of course. I am lucky. I should be grateful. But lying here in the dark, knowing there's a killer in the room next to mine, grateful is not what I'm feeling.

“It’s a long night.” He smiled, nodding. “Of course, miss.” I leaned back again, letting my eyes travel over the city below. Manhattan sparkled like it was built just to be looked at. My friends were still laughing, dancing between the booth and the floor, some taking pictures, some shouting over the music. I smiled faintly. “Some people are born lucky,” I thought. “Others build luck with blood.” I wasn’t born lucky. Luck was something I had to take. The next drink slid into my hand before I could ask. I took a long sip, feeling the warmth of it spread through me. The night was perfect. For once, everything was quiet inside me.

you want me to remove it," the person shook his head many times, luck just put his hand on that object and closed his hand, then slowly opened it, when I finished opening my hand, a very sweet and tenuous voice was heard, “thank you, Luck woke up in the afternoon, when he saw the clock it was 12 noon, "shit, I fell asleep," he got up and prepared everything for the party, when he was bathing, he received a call from Karina, luck answered - " well, "" you're ready, "" no, that's what I'm doing, "" my mother is very strict with time, "" the invitation had no time "" it's at 1 in the afternoon, come presentable, I invite several people, "" but because I have to put up with conceited gods, "" re

Today he was more than lucky. "My only luck was that you aimed so well." Oh dear I shouldn't tell him I just pulled the trigger without really knowing what I was doing. "Maybe", I just said and rubbed his collarbone. In doing so, I came across the extensive burn scar. The skin there felt too smooth, like wax, somehow fake. "Does that hurt?" I couldn't help asking. "No." It was kind of weird to be so close to him and the silence that spread between us didn't make it any more pleasant either. But I just couldn't think of anything clever to say and feeling his warm breath on my arm didn't exactly help me think.