Good Luck Bad Luck Novels & Stories

“I know it’s like, stupid to feel this way, but I can’t help it. I feel like I’m being punished.” “Oh, sweetie. That’s not it at all.” Diana held her sister tight, whispered in her ear. “Bad things happen to good people. That’s the way it goes. You just never think it’ll happen to you. Never. Someone does a good thing, that doesn’t mean good comes to them. Same with all our mistakes. Nobody’s being punished. Luck isn’t credit. Gee, I don’t even know if luck even exists.” Guilt settled in. “Besides, it’s my fault we’re here.” “No, it’s not your fault. It’s not.” They cried together. Diana placed a hand on the slight curve of her sister’s stomach.

A bang not a clink this time had Percy jumping to his feet in realization of the damage he had caused. Gertrude flung the hot water jug in her hand at Percy. He dodged just in time to not let its hot contents touch his face. The glass jug, like a sign, shattered to pieces. Five years later... •Our selfishness is our downfall. •It's okay to not be okay but it's not okay to blame others for not being okay. No one is your heart or soul or mind and hence, no one controls it. You do. You are the master of all your actions.

Way worse. Two seconds later—livestream gone. I stared at the blank screen, unimpressed, then hit the rest stop bathroom. While drying my hands, two truckers were talking. As I was drying my hands, I overheard two truckers talking about Jack's wedding. "Can't believe our town's trending. But for this?" "Total circus. Dude's wedding's a joke." "Still, kinda the ex-wife's fault." My hands froze. Excuse me? Other guy was confused too. "What's she got to do with it?"

“Oh! Okay.” “You can come back for it in three hours.” “Three hours, sure!” My left leg bounced involuntarily, my body reacting in ways I couldn't understand. “Do you know your way back home?” Home… something about the way he said the word made it sound like somewhere safe. “I will call an Uber.” I answered. He seemed to be thinking about it, like he wanted to refuse but then he nodded. “Ai'it then. Be good.” Oh heavens! Being hot was enough, but telling me to ‘be good’ while being so fucking hot was too much for me to handle.

Gosh code red! Why huh? When i thought i can go for the job i saw yesterday wishing luck would be on my side today but seems nature really want to punish me hard.. My menstration period might be one of the worsted period i pity my future husband and that if someone is going to wish to marry bad luck girl like me..

Luck. My lips curl upward into a satisfied smirk as a funny thought comes to mind. “The thing about luck,” I raise my eyebrow, shaking my head. “Is that it can be good or bad. If your device is real, why didn’t it protect your family?” I snort. “Can’t you see, Adam, it wasn’t a lack of luck that killed you and your family, It wasn’t even Livy who killed you…it was just your stupidity and bad choices that a stray bullet found its way into your gut.” Adam’s face turns sheet white, all the blood draining away at once as my final words hit him like a second bullet.

“What do you mean? Nothing is your fault.” “I can live with being called bad luck or evil…at least I'm trying my best to overlook it whenever it happens. But even if I am bad luck I don't want you to extend to others, or cause them trouble. I don't want to be blamed for anyone's problem or be a burden to them…”

JESSICA LUCK. EVERYONE HAS LUCK BY OUR SIDE. Some say luck is part of the mood. Some say it is part of the power. And some say Good luck is when opportunity meets preparation, while bad luck is when lack of preparation meets reality. But In my case, I'm putting all my efforts to get a job but I have been rejected by all the companies I have interviewed for. Why? Why me? Why is fate playing with me? I badly need a job. I don't know if I'll get this job or not. But I hope I get this. Otherwise, I'm screwed. My landlord will kick me out and the hospital my Mom. Being a fashion designer I'm ready to become an assistant just for money.

People around whom the laws of probability stop behaving, bending, warping, and rearranging in ways no one can predict, measure, or pull back under control. He turned the page. In all of recorded history, only three Luck Bearers exist on the record, and every single one left the world unrecognizable behind them. Not through force. Not through brilliance. But through something far simpler and far more dangerous: the fact that they kept breathing. A Luck Bearer doesn't bend reality by will or design. Reality bends itself, almost eagerly, the moment they arrive. Small shifts at first, easy to dismiss, easy to explain away. Then the larger ones come. Those don't bend back.