Good Fortune Book Novels & Stories

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

“Brixlee said we should stop by th…the…errr… fortune village to get our fortunes read so we should probably start going” Fredia stammered. Nathan furrowed his eyebrows, “Why should we get our fortunes read?” he asked, confused. “I mean your fortune. She said…by knowing the father’s fortune, you can predict the baby’s future” Fredia explained, hoping Nathan had bought his lie. Surprisingly, he did, “That tracks, that sounds like something Brixlee would say” he said with a smile. “We should get going, i don’t want to miss the movie”

So never expect things to happen because the best things in life are the ones you didn't expect the most. Who knows, you might accidentally swap phones with a celebrity and you'll just get lucky? ~ FIN.

People who were like what he once was. She was kind. Sweet. Positive. Honest. Upright. A goddess. He needed that energy around him. He needed her. He stopped the cab driver blocks away from her home. He dismissed the driver's concerning comments about how they hadn't reached his destination and paid him the full fare. Prince Lucas stepped out of the cab, a bunch of thoughts running through his head. He couldn't go to her empty handed. Women loved gifts so he ought to go beating some. But what would she like? Jewelry?

"You go first! I want to know what fate says about you." Meredith hesitated for a moment, but finally sat down in front of the fortune teller. The old woman shuffled the cards with graceful movements before picking one up and placing it on the table. The card had a large wheel with the symbol of fate around it. "The Wheel of Fortune." The old woman looked at it deeply. "Good fortune and great changes will come in your life. But remember, not all luck comes without a price." Meredith swallowed, feeling something odd in the way the woman said it.

Klyde explained. Freeda is a bit confused because she doesn't understand anything. Klyde suddenly pulled out the book he was referring to. Freeda noticed that the book was familiar. “I saw Jude holding that the other night, he told me he didn’t seem to see anything in it,” Freeda said. Klyde handed him the book. She opened it and was able to saw what was written on each page. "What's the matter with this book?" she asked. "That book is mysterious, it's not just an ordinary one. It contains everything that happens in your lives," Klyde replied. Freeda felt nervous, she didn't know if she would believe it. “Maximus didn’t make the mistake of believing in the magic of the book, because it reall

a woman this pick dress and black veil answered and ushered Quincy to seat on the chair in front of her. "what's your name?" the fortune woman asked. "I'm Quincy and this is my fiance Joel" Quincy answered. "Can you read mine?" Quincy asked again "Of course" the woman said and collected quincy's outstretched palm. "I see you have a strong heart as hard as a stone but it was soon melted by one, your love life is going to be fruitful and blossom with so much riches" the woman said and Quincy smiled at me. "But-" the woman continued.

I didn’t even notice James come in and lay beside me until he snorts, “what’s the point of a spur on his dick?” “Jesus!” I yell as I nearly fling the book away. “When did you get here?” “Like twenty minutes ago,” he tells me. “You were so wrapped up in your p**n you didn’t notice.” “It’s not p**n,” I tell him quickly. “It said cock four times on one page,” he reminds me. “It’s p**n.” He pulls the book from my hands and opens it to a random page and starts reading. “Huh,” he mutters. “Good p**n.” He hands it back to me and smirks, “is it doing anything for you?”

Before I could even think about it, he turned slightly and whispered, "By the way, your wedding gift has been credited in your bank account." My eyes widened. "Wait, what?" But he had already stormed out of the room, speaking into the phone to the person on the other end of the line. Confused, I picked up my phone and glanced at my banking app. And then…. I nearly dropped my phone. Because there, in my account, was a fortune of money so enormous that I nearly passed out. I shut the door, phone still clutched in my hand. "Hey, Cal, I've got to talk to you about money…."

Everywhere she went, the staff seemed to materialize and disappear like ghosts. They move silently, never making eye contact, never offering a greeting. It reinforced Miss Florence's earlier implied message: Sophia was an intruder, not mistress of the house. She found a magnificent library, a hidden sanctuary that seemed to breathe history. As she stepped inside, the air was heavy with the scent of aged paper and leather, a comforting aroma that wrapped around her like a familiar embrace. Shelves upon shelves of leather-bound books stretched majestically to the ceiling, each volume a promise of adventure, wisdom, and secrets waiting to be uncovered.