Glitter Lucky Novels & Stories

she blabbered. “I didn’t die, I just got trapped in a glamour.” I chuckled at her silliness. “A glamour?!” she shrieked, once again. When we first met today, I thought she was the silent, wise, and calm one of the group. Looks like it was the complete opposite. “She got stuck in a what, again?” Louise interrupted; her eyes filled with worry. “A glamour, Lou. Can you believe it? And she actually escaped!” answered Eve. Louise’s eyes widened in disbelief and looked at me. “How did you escape it?”

she can't believe that he was asking her all these things. Before a tear slipped from her eyes..he suddenly moved back with a smiling face.. ".I will become Your biggest nightmare My gorgeous badluck..u don't know what u have agreed to " he said, smiling... "I hope am not getting myself into more trouble" she thought to herself..but now it was too late.. They both get agreed to something from which they can't turn back now.. Either she will become his luckiest charm..or he will become her badluck.. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Those who were familiar with the fat man consoled him, "There's nothing that can be done about it! This is a place where luck matters the most. Those who are lucky would be able to soar to great heights. Those who aren't as fortunate will end up with nothing. However, the Radiant Hall is an exception. There are plenty more challenges in the Whirling World." The large man took a deep breath as he complained, "I thought I would be the lucky one, but I ended up being so unlucky! Twenty-seven points! I spent so much effort and almost lost my life for those points, but it's all gone now. This is so frustrating."

My intuition was warning me to be on the lookout. Lionel came downstairs at that moment. “How are things going?” He said as he took a seat next to me on the sofa. “Remind me later to tell you how much I just love glitter.” I quip. He grins unrepentantly. “The maid service will take care of it. Let her enjoy it.” “Glitter is the viral disease of the crafts world. It never comes out.” I roll my eyes. “What’s on the news?” Lionel wisely changes the subject.

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.

There were plenty of ups like yesterday… ‘Ooh… you’re right—these glittery FLEURs look amazing with grey. Who would’ve thought!’ Goldie turned and twisted her knees to admire the thousand dollar heels strapped around her beautiful pedicured feet. ‘You finally used your brains, Dirty Rosie.’ I couldn’t hide my smile. ‘Rum wouldn’t look away from you, Miss Sparks.’

asked poor Rose Rose listened to the story, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. She was still angry and confused, but there was also a part of her that wanted to believe Madame Gloria "I don't know what to believe anymore," she said, her voice trembling. "I want to trust you, but I am still so angry and sad." Madame Gloria nodded. "I understand, my dear," she said. "But I hope you will give me a chance to earn your trust. I have no ulterior motive here, I promise you. I only want to help you."

"What's mine is yours. Take these—you can pawn them and start over. So you lost your job. You're a capable guy; you'll land on your feet." A greedy glint lit in his eyes as he snatched them. "You're right… you're right! With capital, I can turn this all around." I feigned sudden concern. "I've heard stories… they say one big win at a high-stakes table can set you up for life. But, Honey, promise me you won't gamble. We just don't have that kind of luck." The moment I said it, a dangerous hope ignited in his gaze. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled tissue. "Honey, I bought this for you. Here. If I gamble, I'll definitely have good luck, won't I?"

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

“Ready for the glitter-spitting dragon movie?” She sat up suddenly, all disoriented. “Glitter? It spits sparkles?” “Oh, it’s worse than that,” I laughed, pulling her onto my lap. “It makes everything pink.” Lily sprawled between us on the giant couch, a popcorn bucket in her lap. Shawn turned on the projector. “Get ready for the Crystal Kingdom!” he announced, pretending to be a narrator.