Hyper Luck Novels & Stories

: 1 HP. :40 Exp. :(60/200) Stats Strength :7 Agility. :5 Endurance. :7 Stamina. :5 Mutation control level : 1 Mutation energy. :(100/100) Mod energy. :(100/100) Family No. : 0 Credits : 1,00,400 Condition. : poor eyesight Build. : thin Combat Strength :24 Skills learned. : None

"Even if you kill me, the Moon Goddess will never recognize you. I know you murdered Jacob." "Then let's see if the Moon Goddess dares defy me!" Liam pressed the dagger to my chest, his eyes wild with madness. "Once I possess the blood of the purest Luna, I will become an unprecedented force!" The ritual began. A strange incantation echoed in the air. The moon above bled red, casting an ominous glow over the altar. I could feel my life force being violently drained. Agonizing pain threatened to pull me into unconsciousness. "Feel it? This is true power!" Liam's body began to transform. His muscles bulged, his lupine instincts erupting with unprecedented intensity.

Remona gazed at the picture mouth agape, she didn't know what to do. Shock ran down her spine staring at the picture in her hands, it was a picture of two men who looked the same in boxers standing on the beach. One had a tattoo on his chest but the other didn't, the other had brown eyes while the tattooed guy had dark black eyes. She dropped the phone and stumbled backward with wide eyes, Bruce quickly caught his phone so it wouldn't fall. "I... I... I... " Remona wanted to say something but it was all stuck in her throat, she couldn't believe she had made a mistake already.

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

Since those were Kaden’s teeth though, I was willing to bet on the stupidly erotic option. His teeth grazed the inside of my left thigh as he dragged the black lace down, and I decided I really should find someone to take these bets against me. Because I would have made some serious money with that last one. “I fucking love how sweet you smell when you’re turned on,” Kaden said as he released a ragged breath. Holy crap. Winning the lottery kind of money. Right there, he crouched down on the floor and spread my legs for his broad shoulders.

She was gazing at Shawn with such starry eyes. I remembered Summer mentioning she liked mature men. Seeing Shawn’s current transformation, it all made sense. Thereafter, I stopped paying much attention to the two of them and focused wholeheartedly on studying and attending classes. After lending my fortune out in my past life, my memory deteriorated and misfortune followed me everywhere. Now only half of my luck remained. Once my fortune was given out, it was gone forever. This was something an old psychic had told me with a solemn expression back then.

“But you got into my car asking for help. And now you’re married to me. So, dear wife, you’re going to have to deal with how I do things.” Karen wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m alive by sheer luck,” she mumbled, more to herself. “Luck.” Sebastian stopped with the glass halfway to his lips. His eyes narrowed, then drifted down to his own left wrist, where the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt revealed the tattoo: 385900. “Fate,” he corrected, his voice strangely low. Karen looked at him, confused by the change in tone. But before she could ask, the words came out uncontrollably.

That's a good choice. 'Yup. Increasing Luck has been the most painful though. And I'm down to 783 Points after I upgraded Hypnotism so fervently. Anyways, you're strangely complimenting me huh. What have you eaten?to suddenly become like that?' '...You're the stupid one. When I asked what you have eaten to become like that, I'm pertaining to what has gotten into you to make you suddenly praise my distribution of points.'

Lucky's voice rang, carrying a hint of panic, "Mommy, he's lying to you! He's the one who killed you in our past life! If you weren't my actual mother, why would I help you so much? "The benefits I brought you were real!" Lucky was right. Within the three months he'd been guiding me, he'd managed to flip our family's assets tenfold. Sensing my hesitation, Lucky continued, "Mommy, you'll know who's truly good to you at the auction in three days!" Lucky sounded utterly confident, but Sunny shouted, "You can't go! You'll fall at the auction, leading to your miscarriage, and you'll bleed to death!"

In my past life, my memory had worsened after I'd lent Whitney my luck, and misfortune had followed me everywhere. Even though I still had some of my luck, half had gone to Whitney. That left me with only half. Indeed, my luck wasn't unlimited. Once it was gone, it was over. That was what the fortune-teller had told me, looking deadly serious. So I could only rely on hard work. It didn't bother me because I didn't regret lending my luck to Whitney before. She'd deserved it because she'd given me the warmth I desperately needed at that time. From that moment on, though, we would walk our separate paths.