Good Luck Bad Luck Novels & Stories

Just as his assistant had said, the police had indeed locked the place down. Right when he approached the crowd, he heard a conversation. “That woman is so unlucky. I heard that she fought against those hooligans valiantly last night, and she died when one of them stabbed her with a broken beer bottle.” “What a loss of a perfectly good human being. I heard that she was covered in wounds and blood, and her clothes were in tatters. How pitiful.” “That’s right. If only someone had saved her. She must have been in such despair.”

A message notification made me to unlock my phone, thinking that it was something related to my businesses but it was Ace, my annoying cousin. 'Don’t forget to attend my party. And bring your girl, I’m dying to meet her'. I got so carried away by my work that I even forgot that I was invited to my cousin’s birthday party that was happening the following night. Ace was like my best friend; he knew everything about me, and I knew everything about him. We had different personalities yet understood each other, and we were inseparable. Ace was very friendly, always making bad choices, a party animal and didn’t give a fuck about his future. No one understood why our bond was so strong even when we

Until he started looking at me like I was a burden. “Bad luck”, he said one night, flinging his keys on the coffee table after yet another failed investment. “You’re the reason I’m losing money,” he spat. “You’re bad luck.” As if his gambling addiction wasn’t the true cancer draining his fortune. No. It had to be me. His wife. His supposed curse. I remember that night too clearly. He was drunk-whiskey on his breath and spite in his eyes. I was sitting on the couch with a book I couldn’t concentrate on, waiting for him to come home, dinner of turkey gone cold.

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔

"Yayy!" she exclaimed. "So what's the plan?" "Ok,I'll run it by you now" "I'm listening,gosh just split it out!" He sounded agitated,Lola took a sigh before speaking. "So, we've always had bad luck in relationships yeah?" "...is that a rhetorical question? bad luck is an understatement" Bart mumbled, still looking away with his hand on his chin. "You have friends right?" "Umm.." "Bartholomew!, don't tell me you actually have no friends besides me"

We both wish our bad lucks and leave to different places. _______________________________________________ Time skip After around twenty five minutes, I have twenty-nine numbers with me, five of which were girls. I mean he never said we needed to get numbers from a specific gender. I make my to starbucks and sit down waiting for Cameron, after around a minute or two he comes in with a grin on his face. "I totally won" he says confidently. "How many did you get" I ask leaning on my chair. "Twenty six" he grins. I laugh looking at him "Twenty nine" is the only thing I say to change his grin into a frown. "You are buying me food"

Instead he leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping lazily against the armrest. “You heard me correctly,” he said. “No need to pretend otherwise.” My throat burned. “Graham…” His name came out shaky, wounded. “You’re joking,” I said weakly. He raised one eyebrow. “Do I look like I’m joking?” My mouth opened. Closed again. Because no. No he didn’t. The silence stretched thick between us. Then he spoke again. And this time his voice was sharper. “You’re bad luck, Lillian.” Those words hit harder than the first ones.

“Look, Alex, life is going to have hard times. Absolutely. You’re going to make mistakes, or someone else will make a mistake and it will affect you, or maybe it’ll just be bad luck. Who knows? The point is…well, there’s two points. Possibly more. But the first point that comes to mind is that the good times more than make up for the bad. They do.

my daughter said. "Just die. You're always guilt-tripping me. I'm so sick of it. Every time I want to do something, you use your 'kindness' to trap me. If Luther hadn't pointed it out, I almost would've fallen for your act again. This fire was just another one of your pity stunts, wasn't it, Blake?" The two people I loved most in the world—my wife and daughter—stood over my dying body and said those words without a second thought.

She begged, "Please spare me. I know my mistake now!" The tips of my fingers turned white, digging so tightly into my palm that it almost hurt. I stared at her and said slowly, "Did you ever stop to think how much bad luck I've had to endure this past month? I got hit by flowerpots, run over by cars, and even had the proposal I worked so hard on stolen by you! The doctors said I came down with three or four terminal illnesses overnight. "When you were carelessly squandering my luck, did you ever think this day would come? You brought this on yourself, Regina."