Good Fortune Book Novels & Stories

Forcing down my unease, I read it word by word. “According to an old urban legend, once every twelve years, on July 7 at sundown, three chosen boys will appear in the world. “The woman they choose as their mother will bring extraordinary luck to everyone tied to her by blood, marriage, or deep friendship. Money, success, and good fortune will follow them for generations.” So that was it. They all believed this ridiculous legend. They were all waiting for that so-called blessing. But the next paragraph made my blood run cold.

Everyone in Riverton knew Serena Prescott, the heiress of the Prescott family, collected boyfriends for the short term and never kept them for long. In five years of marriage, she had gone through ninety-nine new lovers. People in our circle said I had world-class patience, that I was the perfect husband who could endure anything. Then a swimming coach named Mason Clark appeared at Serena's side. Mason came from an ordinary family, yet he made her break her own rule about never bringing new lovers home. Serena gave me two choices. Either calmly accept him moving in, or take the money and leave, ending our marriage. Everyone was waiting to see me swallow my pride for love and keep play

EMBER “Happy birthday to you,” Gracie said, raising her glass of champagne toward me. “I hope all your dreams come true this year.” “Thank you.” I smiled, clinking my glass against hers. We had completed our trek to New York and moved into our loft that week. It was all finally starting to feel real, and it was thrilling.

The truck driver had been driving under extreme exhaustion, making the collision unavoidable. Lily was confident in this prediction. She glanced down at the fortune-telling books spread out on the table. Although Georgina was poor, she owned many valuable items, including the fortune-telling books that had proven immensely useful to Lily. Lily had even managed to correctly guess the issue troubling the Furler family. However, she found some of the content near the end of the book too complicated to grasp. She closed the book and decided to leave it. Whether she understood it or not didn't matter. The most important thing was to make all of Janovin aware that a talented fortune-teller like he

The subject line alone made my heart stop. "Did you see this?!" My hands shook as I clicked on the link she sent. The page loaded, and there it was—a headline plastered across the top of one of those gossip sites that you’d swear only existed to ruin people’s lives: "Arthur Stone’s Marriage: A Business Deal?!"

At last, he spoke, “The fortune that was promised has been claimed, leaving an empty shell of misfortune and despair in its place. “Geneva, somebody has stolen the blessings meant for you!”

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.

“The goddess of Fortune was by nature created powerful and beautiful. She believed that she ought to be chosen above all other goddesses. However, the goddess of foresight and destiny did not agree with her and so she became a rival and enemy. Fortune felt insulted that the weak goddess of foresight was chosen by the gods over her who was powerful. She decided that she will rule as a god over all goddesses and the human realm. “Out of her rage, she yielded to and conspired with the Dark Lord. Her magical spirit of Fortune and good luck was corrupted into misfortune. The dark lord, an eight-headed dragon of misfortune wage war against the guardians. The powers of the dark lord, and his eight-

Everyone would suffer and lose everything until no one was left behind in the town. The spirit was the way the Fae administered good luck magic throughout the town. Sometimes it was spotted wandering certain streets, and other times people could only feel themselves being watched. Now, as she waited for the spirit to arrive, Gabby picked up the book of predictions that for her time as the Blue Moon’s owner. Her life was laid out before her on these pages. From birth to death was laid out in frightening detail. Nothing she had done had changed a single thing in this book.

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,