Lady Misfortune Novels & Stories

The room felt damp and cold, making Letta sit right there, locking the door, and crying, releasing all the pain and sadness she felt. Letta mourned her unfortunate fate. She felt as if she was born only to experience misfortune. She pondered, feeling that since birth, she had never experienced any luck. Maybe only when she met Abian, but even that had vanished, making her consider herself a jinx. Even God did not give her a chance to see the little angel that had been inside her belly. And by her own doing, that little angel disappeared, making Marco turn into a demon who would never let her go, no matter what happened.

“The goddess of Fortune was by nature created powerful and beautiful. She believed that she ought to be chosen above all other goddesses. However, the goddess of foresight and destiny did not agree with her and so she became a rival and enemy. Fortune felt insulted that the weak goddess of foresight was chosen by the gods over her who was powerful. She decided that she will rule as a god over all goddesses and the human realm. “Out of her rage, she yielded to and conspired with the Dark Lord. Her magical spirit of Fortune and good luck was corrupted into misfortune. The dark lord, an eight-headed dragon of misfortune wage war against the guardians. The powers of the dark lord, and his eight-

MISFORTUNE BEFALLING HER There was this strange silence in the building that no one could believe a single soul would be found in it Candida paced round the room having in her palm a glass of wine… she felt unlucky Her eyes stared at the ceiling for over thirty seconds while she twisted her face This is unbearable for her…how on earth will she ever achieve her aims if things continue this way Heaven knows she isn't here for another thing except to get herself fixed into the Zoren's wealth Damnit ! Fredo isn't giving her a single chance It's so painful to her this time that she couldn't get the next step to take Not that bad if she's known as the wife to the famous Vilfredo…but that's not her

I hated more that she was trying to play with her words. “Just get straight to the point.” She nods, before turning away from me. “There are three misfortunes that are bound to happen in Venus’s life. One, she’ll lose her emotions. Two, she’ll die because her body will eventually weaken, and.. the third one, do you know what it is?” My eyebrow furrowed in confusion. “Three misfortunes? Wait… who are you to know that? You’re not a god, witch. Stop deluding yourself.”

I believed I'll never smile again 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Even if it's fake I will never dream again I didn't know I was crying untill a maid said My lady you should not cry it's your destiny that you meet our lord He will always cherish you You are very lucky my lady Our lord has chosen you for this night There are so many women waiting for this opportunity to satisfy our lord but they are not lucky like you my lady a maid said WHY God. They think I should be lucky How sick can they be how can they say he will cherish me when he's going to destroy Me!! I feel disgusted by myself after tonight I'll be empty after showering 🚿 they dress 👗 me up in a very long expensive silk robe.and let my long hair flow

“Emotional non-entanglement.” Celeste’s breath caught. Margaret’s eyes flicked to her. “Affection breeds vulnerability. Vulnerability breeds failure.” She leaned closer. “Love is weakness.” The word tasted like poison. Celeste straightened. “With respect, your interpretation of love is not universal.” Margaret’s gaze sharpened. “Love dismantles empires.” Arrow slammed his hand against the table. “Leave.” Margaret did not flinch. She turned back to Celeste one last time. “Do not mistake survival for affection. You are temporary.”

“I’ve hidden from many truths because I didn’t want to hurt my miracles. My family is the only lucky thing I’ve ever accomplished in all my years of living. Yesterday, I went to visit my best friend at her cabin, your godmother Gretchen, only to find her dead, and trafficked here by that Alpha Lucifer. Today, I’m still locked back in the old neighborhood that gave us the chance to start from zero. I bring nothing but bad luck to the only miracles I treasure. All I can hope is that one day I can live without suffering our survival.” Her confession weighed heavy. It wasn’t just about my pup’s death. It was the countless deaths she’d lived through, the guilt she carried like a second skin. She

asked Michael while rubbing her paralyzed legs. "You're a crippled woman, Gwen, a crippled woman! Can't you see how pathetic you are right now? Don't you want to know what makes you like this? It's due to karma! Gwen, A Karma!" screamed Michael at the end of the sentence. Gwen, who heard this, could only shake her head weakly, and before she could say anything, Michael immediately preceded her. "Don't you find it strange? A beautiful Gwendoline Ferguson, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, could suddenly get a serious illness after marrying me?

She was seen running swiftly in that lonely street, evening like a victim of robbery circumstances; battling with bunches of watery snots that flow rapidly. But of course, she was a victim of ill fate. She couldn’t just fathom why things and people were always against her. And even when it seems that things were beginning to fall in place for her, it would always revert to what could be called a near-success syndrome. Fate had brought her out from the hands of that discourteous person called Richardson and placed her in good hands, it seems that the universe had answered a prayer she didn’t even utter and even though it happened at the wrong time.