Novel & Cerita Book My Lucky Day

He mumbled to himself, still completely ignoring the other lads. Mill: Trust me when I say I'm not a stranger Lindy :) Most importantly, you're so lucky that I'm the one who got it and you’re texting with me. A lot of other girls would die to be in your shoes. Lindy pauses along the hallway and scoffs at the text that she received. She felt as if she owed this man for finding her phone other than someone else. She didn’t get the whole “You’re lucky, I got your phone” thing because she didn’t feel lucky at all.

Lucky's POV My heart is racing inside my chest. I'm sweating bullets while my lips are tightly pressed and trembling. I don't wanna do this. I trust him but after receiving a call from a trusted friend, I couldn't help but to come here and check it myself. Swallowing hard, I slowly opened the door of the hotel room in front of me. Two weeks before my wedding with my fiancee, his friends organized a stag party for him. "Ohh! Yes! Yes, baby! Yes! Just like that! Ohh!"

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Jace whipped his head towards Lucky, gazing incredulously at him, his expressions etched with worry. The emcee became excited. "This is the hottest bidding we are seeing today! Lucky Luciano has never bid so much for a girl here." Terror gripped my heart. Breath lodged in my throat. Lucky took a step towards me and I backed shaking my head. The emcee said, "Is this final? Or do we hear others placing a higher bid?" Lucky proudly started closing the gap between us. "Don't you fucking touch her!” Jace hissed as he stood in Lucky’s way, preventing him from coming to me.

"Darling, things are a little hectic at work today. I won't be coming home tonight. Tomorrow's our anniversary, and I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at Palmette House. Let's bring Crispin and enjoy the evening together," Edgar Snider's voice came through the phone, warm and gravelly. I listened absentmindedly as I tapped open Winifred Clayton's chat on WhatsApp. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video—she and Edgar, tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they couldn't bear to part.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately

I thought sincerity would be met with sincerity. In the end, I lost completely. I had spent my youth with Paisley, weathering five years of highs and lows, only to be humiliated by her like this. If that was how it was, then it was time I started thinking about myself. "The day after tomorrow," I replied. "I still need some time to resign." The other party agreed immediately. After hanging up, he even transferred the money for my plane ticket. After ending the call, I noticed Paisley had just updated her social feed. In the photo, she and Jude were enjoying a candlelit dinner at a fancy restaurant. The caption read, "With you by my side, even the air feels sweet."

"You’ve already kidnapped me. I can’t escape anyway. But let me make one thing clear. Since you’re all so determined to make her eat my fortune cookie, don’t regret it." Mara and the others exchanged glances, then lit up with excitement. "We won’t regret it!" I nodded and told them to untie me. "Follow the process. First, write your name and birth details on a piece of paper. Then burn it to ashes and wrap it inside." One of the supporters, worried I might try something, quickly asked, "Mara, what do you want on the paper?" She thought for a moment. "Something for delicate features and big eyes. Write that into the fortune. She has to be beautiful. And add a perfect test score. Write it in s

Once her ex-colleagues learned that she was leaving, they could not bear to see her go, so they invited her for a karaoke session as a farewell party for her. The party was at Crimson. Ninian arrived at 8 p.m. When she opened the door, Ninian immediately saw Conan. Rose was beside him. She immediately wanted to leave. “Ninian, you’re here!” But she was too late. Someone dragged her in. “Ninian, look at how respected you are! Even Mr. Stone has come!” Ninian frowned. If she had known that he would come, she would not have come here. “Mr. Stone, who’s the person beside you? Why don’t you introduce us?”