Hyper Luck Novels & Stories

"Honey, I bought this for you. Here. If I gamble, I'll definitely have good luck, won't I?" I smiled as I took it. "Of course. You'll have all the luck in the world." Then I added, sweetly, "And Honey, you want your parents to be healthy and live long, full lives, don't you?" Clutching the locket and bangle, lost in fantasies of wealth, he replied carelessly, "Of course." That night, I bought him a ticket to a casino notorious for its shady dealings. Through the barrage, I watched it all unfold in real time.

)} {Level: 17} {HP: 804/804 (504+100+200)} {MP: 670/670 (420+100+150)} {Str: 101 (31+<50>+10+10)} {Int: 34 (29+5)} {Def: 115 (30+<50>+10+10+5+5+5)} {Const: 42 (32+10)} {Dex: 32 (27+5)} {Agi: 82 (27+<50>+5)} {Luck: 55/100} {Skill Points: 44}

Argus POV I think something is not right about the two of them. They both acted strangely different. To see how Jerick reacted when Helena eat a lot of seafood while we were having a meal. Jerick said that she was allergic to prawns but I saw no trace of red rashes on Anika's body. I was also surprised when Jerick suddenly walked out like there was been a misunderstanding. I just realized how Helena acts so comfortable at me. I remember when I came to visit her in her room, she doesn't know me like she saw a ghost. She looks so vulnerable and distant the time I saw her and she keeps strolling her eyes around us while we were having dinner about my meeting with Miss Kim.

|Attack: 12 |Physical Def: 8 |Intelligence: 24 |Magic Def: 17 |Speed:19 |Stamina:6 |Mana:45 |Sensitivity:28 |Luck: 1 |Stat Points: 45 Even though it was the first time I saw this, I understood in a second what 1 luck meant. "That's why?! That's why I always get ridiculous soul stones?!" "Hm, you were indeed E-rank. There's a lot of work to do but at least you have some stat points left. Let's start by dividing them to make up for what you're missing... Except luck."

: 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

Whoa shit!!" Lucy exclaimed, sticking her finger through one of the holes. "What happened?" "The wide receiver decided to open fire on me. But only after I dropped three of the others." "How the hell did you do that!" "I don't know. But today, I've developed super strength, lightning reflexes, heightened senses and perfect memory." "Wow. That's incredible." "Yeah, plus I can radiate emotions and hypnotize people with my eyes." "Really?" "Sure, watch this." Despite the difficulty his hunger was giving him, he managed to generate a wave of arousal in Lucy. She squealed and squirmed for a moment before the sensations stopped.

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.