Doom Luckygirl Novels & Stories

Abaddon had updated his story. I tapped it open. A brunette sprawled across his chest, wearing his football jersey. His jersey. My stomach twisted violently. Of course. Fucking bastard. My friends approached, all dressed in sports gear. Kira wore Kiwor’s jersey—his number fifteen printed bold against her back. Jane had someone else’s too. “It’s for good luck,” Kira had once explained. “Special players give their jersey to someone they choose.” I swallowed, my throat dry. “Hey, you okay?”

When you have a tattoo like that fused to your skin—the indelible mark of the orphanage—no words are necessary to show that you are not part of the family. It doesn’t matter how much money you have. It doesn’t matter how many casinos you own. You’re still the abandoned kid. “Want some company?” a female voice interrupted his obsessive thoughts. He looked up. It was Lily, a high-class escort he knew and used the services of. “No.” “Sebastian, you’re always so kind,” she said sarcastically, but there was a smile on her lips. “And you, always inconvenient.” “I’m just doing my job... When I see a rich man getting drunk alone, I’m sure I’ll get a lot of money out of him.”

Remona gazed at the picture mouth agape, she didn't know what to do. Shock ran down her spine staring at the picture in her hands, it was a picture of two men who looked the same in boxers standing on the beach. One had a tattoo on his chest but the other didn't, the other had brown eyes while the tattooed guy had dark black eyes. She dropped the phone and stumbled backward with wide eyes, Bruce quickly caught his phone so it wouldn't fall. "I... I... I... " Remona wanted to say something but it was all stuck in her throat, she couldn't believe she had made a mistake already.

Then they’d watched, certain little Ruan, who’d christened herself Lucky— the Killer, Lucky the Devil— at the not-so-tender age of ten, would meet the same fate as the infamous Goddess: a life of struggle and sadness followed by an early exit at twenty-four. But why think about that now? she wondered as she ignored the ghost whispering from the shadows, another cigarette shoved between her lips, the phosphorous flame jumping as she struck the match. Lucky the Shadow, said the thing snarling from the corner.

“Please see yourself off the floor before I call for Security.” … Even if the city barely changed in those four years, Gryphon still found the view especially melancholic at night. His only memory of a stroll was with Andrea during their many adventures. His left hand even tingled at the reminder of the tattoo they got for themselves. On his wrist was a lion’s head with a chain running around like a band. It was connected to a golden band on his ring finger, with a chain link that followed his bone. Getting this tattoo was a real nightmare, but he decided to be tough since they had a tacit agreement that whoever screamed by then was the loser. As for whatever the price was, Gryphon didn’t ma

She wore a black sleeveless shirt with the picture of a grey skull on it saying; Fuck on. She looked deadly. She had her eyes on Angela. Angela was whimpering and gulping every second. The girl’s dark brown eyes pierced into her like a knife. “That’s Louisa,” Josh said pointing at the Mohawk girl. The next girl among the group looked normal except for the number of decorations she had on her body. They were too many. There were tattoos of monkeys, broken hearts, jungles, skeletons, and many more crazy things on her. She was playing with a blade. It was sharp and dangerous but she handled it like a pro.

Lucas and Moon cannot get back on their feet, as the attack was strong enough to cause grievous damages to them. The man stepped closer to Lucas and held his face while talking into a small device. "We got the girl from the sickbay, non?" It seemed like it was his intention for letting him hear that. The girl talked, but he was laying down and cannot see her anymore. "Let's get scraping, ArmorBoy," she spoke in a malicious tone. "Scrape her now!" ArmorBoy… It sounded familiar… Like Lucas heard this name from before! "Yeah, our only objective is to get our cible, BladeGirl, non?" the man replied, and they began to be enveloped by the ashes that swallowed Doll from before.

Her green hair served as a covering for her nakedness, covering up her breasts and feminine folds. “Shut up!” Doom snapped, and he too came out of the dark. He was a giant man, with shiny golden skin and broad shoulders and chest—much bigger than Mischief. He was three times her size, and he didn’t know how the books said they were together, but he wasn’t here to figure that out. He was here to make a request. “I am a pusher of boundaries, and so I would say, six months.” “What’s six months?” Doom asked, looking a little clueless about it all.