Game Of Luck Novels & Stories

Her face drained of color, and she widened her distance from Lloyd. After taking a moment to compose herself, she put on a polite, professional smile and greeted Wendy. She said, “What a coincidence, Miss Clark!” Meanwhile, with mockery in his voice, Lloyd said theatrically, “No way, Lloyd. I can’t believe you’d actually go for Miss Clark!” He shook his head and sighed. “It’s just a game. Why are you taking it so seriously?” There was an underlying meaning in his eyes, and it made Wendy’s gaze turn dark.

I'm a good luck charm to my wife by nature. After marrying me, Heather Seymour, who's crippled because of a car crash, miraculously stands up on her own and gets to ditch the wheelchair. On top of that, her business is booming as well. In less than half a year, she successfully establishes her own company. After Heather's company goes public, she tells me with a smile that she wants to give me a huge gift at the celebration party. I'm filled with anticipation, thinking that Heather finally wants to fulfill her promise of having a child with me. But instead, Heather is seen lacing fingers with her subordinate, Lucas Mallard, at the celebration party. Not only does she announce her relations

My heart skipped a beat when he put his hands on the wall and leaned close to me, ripping my strength to replace it with his intoxication. "Miss Beth." He whispered huskily, completing his sentence, moving his face so close to mine. I shuddered as I could feel his malicious plans under my fingernails, stirring my mind. "What game?" I asked in a whisper, not liking this at all but his offer was too good to resist. He let out a low yet dark chuckle and moved to my neck and spoke up in a whisper, "For the next ten minutes, I will seduce you and if the word 'Please' escaped your lips. You lose."

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

It sort of looked like an exercise at night. All of us decided to play this British Bulldog's Game which in America was known as the Octopus game, where the first person has to catch the last person at the end of the tail. It was more of running and I had to catch my breath since it was my turn to run away from Jasper who was on the first.

“Do you take Andrea as your lawful wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health?” Tobi looked into my eyes. “I do.” “Do you take Tobi as your lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health?” I gulped. Tobi stared at me, waiting for my response. I closed my eyes for a brief moment before actually saying the word. “I- I do.” He smiled at me then listened to what the priest said. “You may now kiss the bride.”

" Hmph... If you say so." " So, enjoying the party?" Tricia asked again. " Don't know. I'm just sitting down here." Natalie sure knows how to block all chances of being asked personal questions. " How about we play a game? " Celine suggested. " A party isn't fun without its games." " A game. I like the sound of that." Natalie answered. " So what game should we play?" Bella asked. " Oh, I know... Spin the bottle." Tricia piped in. I glanced at Natalie. She didn't seem affected by it. She took a bottle from the table and emptied the contents on the floor and place it on the table.

They kissed as soon as they hugged each other, rejoicing in their win. The other party was shaking, but he managed to accuse the winner of cheating. The winning party didn’t stay quiet either and opposed his accusation. They stopped as soon as the croupier declared that the man didn’t cheat. “Ugh!!!! My two million!!”, shouted the man who lost. He left the table crying while the other person told the croupier about another deal. It was the same scene on other gambling tables. Some were the winners and others were the losers. This is the life of gambling because it has only two sides: Win and lose. The main player here was luck and people’s strategy, but mostly luck.

“Okay… uh… Unicorn! Yes, unicorn.” That's not even a real guess. The brat isn't even trying. “Ice… fucking… cold.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Okay… then what else can be silver or white… uh… yes!” She snaps her fingers. “A white rat!” His eyes roll unamused. “You’re ruining a perfectly good game.” “You see? I was right. A white rat!” “They have red eyes.” Dorian looks down at his fingernails now.