Good Luck Bad Luck Novels & Stories

I looked down at the counter in front of me, "It's a reminder of two things. First, of the bad luck itself so I know where my boundaries are and don't slip up because... well, because my luck is bad. And second, it's a reminder of what the bad luck brought and what happened. A reminder of things that I don't think I'll forget anyways but it'll remind me anyways so I don't forget about my own history and forget why I'm here in the first place." When I looked at Noah again, his eyes were soft but held a sad look. "You can't really think bad luck goes where you do." His voice was quiet. I shrugged, "I think it's been proven to me enough for me to believe that." "You don't know what worse luck y

From bad to worse. I enter the office and sit in the chair in front of him, separated by a light wooden desk. Maybe he won't strangle me with the desk. I start talking before he does. "I'm really sorry, sir, but bad luck is attracted to me like a moth to a flame. You know when you walk, step on a gum on the pavement, and when you lift your foot, the gum sticks to both the sole of your shoe and the street? And you know when you try to remove the gum from your shoe, but it won't come off even with a miracle?" I give him a moment to picture the situation. "Well, I'm the person who steps on the gum, only instead of gum, I stepped on bad luck at birth, and despite all my attempts to get it off th

She ranted. Mina smiled. “Fate, maybe?” She asked, quite teasing. Patrice rolled her eyes. “Fate? I don’t really believe in those kinds of things.” She replied. “Maybe my luck is pretty fouled up, don’t you think?” She asked Mina. Mina shrugged. “I don’t know. But whatever it is, maybe it is what is supposed to be.” She replied as she punched the remaining orders. Patrice sighed and took the tray of orders. *Fate? Yeah right.* She thought as she delivered the orders.

See you later. I think that when you leave the room, I won’t be here anymore. So wish me good luck for what’s next. - Good luck to you. And be happy. Seize life with both hands.

The sun was up, the birds were chirping, rays of sun coming through my window. I wake up at nine thirty am and looked outside the window, I take a deep breath and assured myself that everything is going to be alright, after all "time heals everything". I smiled at how I am remembering his words right after I woke up .Liam’s words kept moving around my head all night and that really gave me some hope, from now on no crying and no negativity, only positivity and happiness.

The one who loses it's his destiny, and the one who wins it's his luck. The End. ©️ Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella) Thanks for reading to the end.

My spirit was growing lighter, fainter, dissolving like morning mist. The debts of this life were settled. I turned and walked into the cycle of rebirth. The wind brushed past the headstone, carrying away the last trace of my presence. Claire. This life is over. We will never meet again.

Meanwhile, my sister-in-law, who lived on fried chicken and soda, stayed graceful and started dating a wealthy heir. According to the story's end, I would lose every last scrap of my siphoned luck, be diagnosed with cancer, and then be hit by a delivery truck while crossing the street. I splashed my face with cold water again and again, trying to drown the panic smothering me. Thank God I'd seen those comments. I could not let them keep stealing my fate. If they weren't going to be sincere with me, then they would pay. I pressed the flush. That worthless piece of plastic—the symbol of Tristan's promotion and his cheap, performative affection—swirled down, destined for the same place as his c

Meanwhile… Lila had been glowing all week, getting ready for her date with the guy she’d been talking to for three weeks. She dressed beautifully, did her makeup perfectly, and arrived early at the restaurant. She waited. And waited. And waited… Her messages stayed on “delivered.” Her calls rang once before disconnecting. Something felt wrong. She checked social media. He had blocked her. Just like that. Vanished from her life without a word. Her heart cracked. Her smile — gone. She whispered to herself, voice shaking: “Why do guys do this to me? What is so wrong with me? All I want is a family… a husband… a simple life. Why does it feel like love runs away from me?”

He wanted to hold us, to tell us he had been wrong. He turned to Sandra, eyes colder than ever. "Take your son and leave, I'll forgive you this once." Sandra tried to plead, but his phone rang. The assistant relayed the news. "Mr. Ulrich, Alicia came in first at Master Danni's selection today, but the spot went… it was given to Bobby instead…" "What?" Grayson trembled, disbelief widening his eyes. He knew Alicia had a critical competition today, and he had promised to reward her with a skateboard if she took first place. He had never expected that, by some cruel coincidence, she and Bobby were in the same selection process—and he had inadvertently taken her prize!