Lady Misfortune Novels & Stories

“Ethan, I know you’re in there! “Mom! It’s me, Lisa! Please help me! “I’ve realized my mistake! Please help me pay off my debts!” I stood in front of the French window, holding a cup of hot tea. I looked at the petite figure downstairs, soaked to the bone. She knelt there, bowing repeatedly until her forehead bled. Blood and rain streamed down her face, making her look utterly miserable. However, I felt nothing. A person like her was not worth any sympathy.

Katherine broke my trail of thought by breaking the distance between us, "If it's not you leaving, how bad could it be?" She attempted to bring her hand into mine, and intertwining our fingers but I couldn't bring myself to return her affectionate touch. "Katherine, I'm so sorry," I began, "I'm having an affair." She couldn't look at me, and every ounce of affection that was seeping it's way through her body had now disappeared. She retreated herself back to the bed staring her breakfast, "These are pity eggs." I heard the crash of the platter as it was introduced to the floor. "You made me believe that this was going to be a great morning, I believed you when you said you weren't going away

I replied with a smile. Catherine was indeed beautiful. She had very long thick lashes and cute big eyes that fit perfectly on her round face. Fat cheeks and full attractive cheeks with well-accentuated curves and a beautiful heart as well. All the things I didn't have but wish I did. "Tonight is the night when you my girl takes back fully what truly belongs to you," Catherine said with a wink while proceeding to adjust her earring in the mirror. I smiled and picked up my purse from the table.

Isabella tilted her chin slightly, her eyes gathering the moonlight outside the window, filled with a faint coldness and sadness. "I am as unlucky as ever. On my tenth birthday, Charlotte and her daughters showed up, and my mom and dad got divorced. On my eighteenth birthday, I slept with the wrong man. On my twentieth birthday, I was wrongly accused of being a mistress. Perhaps, my birth was a mistake." "Mistake? A beautiful mistake." Andrew smiled, reaching out to stroke her head, his posture almost indulgent. "Don't overthink it. Everything has its meaning." His palm moved from the top of her head to the tips of her hair, with water droplets in his palm.

she sighed thoughtfully, recalling the last day she was at the hospital. On that day when the girls were walking, she saw through the third-floor window, while her brothers were observing the twins, even giving them their coats. With the reputation her brothers had, she knew they didn't want anything more than to play with those girls, and like all the women they had affairs with, it was just for fun. "Liz... What bracelet is this?" Emile asked, picking up the piece on the bed. "It's something that made me see how destiny can unite two people, no matter the period, and remain faithful. Did you know that the universe never fails?" she asked thoughtfully, but without explaining.

“Stop reading that. The doctors here know better than any dodgy internet site. Dr. Grant said it can’t be kept, so there’s no room for negotiation.” A shadow lingered on Adora’s face. Almost to herself, she murmured, “Why does misfortune keep finding me…” She didn’t understand. It wasn’t like she’d done anything cruel or unforgivable. Ruby’s death had been her own doing—it had nothing to do with her, right? So why was fate punishing her? Louis saw the tears welling in her eyes and quietly pulled a tissue, gently wiping her face. “The bad luck is over. Look at it this way—you survived that fall from the eighth floor. Maybe it was because of this child. Maybe he took the fall for you.”

“But…” “No.” Her mother’s voice rose slightly, and her grip on the steering wheel tightened until her knuckles turned white. “You had it all, my daughter. You had it all. We are omegas…opportunities like that never come our way. We’re at the bottom of the social ladder, and people are often disgusted by us.” She shook her head, her voice heavy with disappointment. “But you found someone who saw you for who you really are instead of your social status. Someone who’s rich, well-known, kind, and patient…and you threw that away because of a feeling?”

And now, my chance of being that has being ruined. I felt empty. It’s a cruel game played by the Moon goddess. What have I done to deserve this? Being in an air tight car never eased me of the need to claim my mate, my gum itching with desperation as Zelest’s intoxicating scent filled my senses. It took everything in me to calm myself down. Mate. My wolf growled in my head. Claim mate! My mind was in various places—pulled and torn in different directions, I couldn’t think straight. I needed a clear mind.

Perhaps, the news of my unladylike remarks on the old rags, gown rather, of that widow from yesterday was all over the headlines now, she thought. By then, her maid, Eloisa, appeared on the doorstep to take charge of her mistress. “My apology for being informed late. You may leave Lady Francesca on my care now,” the young lady’s maid said apologizing. She had run an errand this morning and got delayed on her way back home due to the throng of people outside. No one could possibly beat London on gossips intrigue since the stones of St. James’s Palace was piled up from mud into a castle.

The sound of her heels clicking echoed through the hall, one step, then another, until the heavy church doors closed behind her. Outside, the sky had turned gray. The wind picked up, scattering rose petals across the steps. The world felt colder. Inside, Lady Bianca turned back to Lila with a lazy sigh. “It’s poetic, really. He proposed out of guilt, and fate stepped in to correct his foolishness.” Lila laughed softly, swirling her champagne. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “I earned the right to,” Bianca replied. “You think I didn’t warn him about women like her? About charity cases pretending to be saints?”