Born Lucky Book Novels & Stories

She was gazing at Shawn with such starry eyes. I remembered Summer mentioning she liked mature men. Seeing Shawn’s current transformation, it all made sense. Thereafter, I stopped paying much attention to the two of them and focused wholeheartedly on studying and attending classes. After lending my fortune out in my past life, my memory deteriorated and misfortune followed me everywhere. Now only half of my luck remained. Once my fortune was given out, it was gone forever. This was something an old psychic had told me with a solemn expression back then.

What shocks the hooded guy is that he didn't expect the result of the birth of his child this early and for it to actually birth two entities. There are two infants, birth from each side of the coin. The birth of these children brought changes to the book of the living. 'Destiny' is the name of the hooded guy, and he immediately opened the book and there is a new page appears on it. He couldn't understand how it happened for them to have this kind of destiny, it wasn't what he planned. He finally understands how it turns out like this, aside from him who oversees destiny, only the creator of destiny can manipulate it.

These records held the history of the pack—wars fought, blood spilled, betrayals buried. And somewhere within them was the truth about that night. She ran her fingers over the spines of the books, searching. The elders had always been careful about what they revealed, but secrets had a way of leaving traces. A sound behind her made her stiffen. “You always did prefer digging into things better left alone.” Selene didn’t turn. “And you always did prefer sneaking up on people, Liam.” His chuckle was soft as he stepped closer. “Old habits.” She pulled a book from the shelf, flipping through the pages. “What do you want?”

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.

Karen wanted to ask her why she had made her posess such powers ans why she had blessed her with different beast but she knew the better was to swallow thw question and not voice it out. When every creature is born, they are always blessed with different beast which would always help them into pushing through hard situations and helped them in finding their mates. They were told that, some creatured were blessed with multiple beast, like her, some with one beast like Harriet while other’s were never blessed with them. They were also told that no one was to question the blessings, so even though she wated to know, there was no way she would voice her question out.

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.

"Honey, I bought this for you. Here. If I gamble, I'll definitely have good luck, won't I?" I smiled as I took it. "Of course. You'll have all the luck in the world." Then I added, sweetly, "And Honey, you want your parents to be healthy and live long, full lives, don't you?" Clutching the locket and bangle, lost in fantasies of wealth, he replied carelessly, "Of course." That night, I bought him a ticket to a casino notorious for its shady dealings. Through the barrage, I watched it all unfold in real time.

The fonts were neatly written along the lines of the book. It piqued my interest and I decided to read through whatever it was. Since he was working at the other end, I pulled out the chair beside the shelf and started reading so I wouldn’t distract him. The book was more interesting than I had thought. It spoke about a Luna that was reborn and blessed by the Moon Goddess. She’s also destined to awaken the alpha’s true power. Every page kept pulling me in.

When I look up again, I see my bookshelf. I stand up and walk over to it, glancing at the books I still need to read. I remember the nursery rhyme used as a way to choose something, so I do the same. “Ambarabà ciccì cocco, how much bad luck I have!” I begin, moving my finger between the books. Then I stop and reflect on the words I just said. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how the rhyme starts…” I mumble. I close my eyes and touch the books randomly until I stop my hand. I open my eyes and look at the book I’ll read: Lontano da te by Jennifer L. Armentrout.

I paused, then added coldly, "But remember this, during those three days, they must not be injured or bleed. And they must not look into a mirror. Otherwise, the ghost infants can confuse their minds and consume them completely." They thanked me profusely before rushing back down the mountain to save their wives. From that moment on, the name Rainie Larkin spread everywhere. However, I made it clear that I would never sell fertility fortune cookies again because my task was complete. Everything finally settled down. By the time peace returned, half a year had passed. I no longer set up my stall, but I still received letters from past customers. Many of them had safely given birth to healthy