Lady Misfortune Novels & Stories

"Astra...but..." "He's the worst. He...he betrayed us, all of us, right after dad died...on top of that...and...and we all had to fight in our worst moments because of that...and he is the reason you ended up with that stupid curse...to protect us all, you took all the burden on your shoulders and ended up being cursed by...by the moon goddess...and...and you won't find a mate due to that..." she said, hardly being able to stop herself from sobbing. She was shaking badly. I went and patted her head.

His tail unintentionally escaped and wagged submissively at the lord. “Oh, my lord. Please quell your anger. Oh, my lord.” Shadow shut her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “What did I do to deserve this betrayal? Not once, but twice.” The first one happened inside the book. With her personal maid who is already dead. “Midas.” She sounded defeated, her voice carried the greatest disappointment. Midas was a person she handpicked. She was proud of him. Midas sobbed. “It’s not what you are thinking, Your Holiness.”

My father continued to drone on about how important it was for me to pick a chosen mate at tonight's banquet. I wanted to shout at him and tell him that he wasn't the Alpha anymore, but I knew the rumors spreading around the pack were getting to him. Rumors that the moon goddess had cursed our family -- First, my father lost his mate to another, and now his son is seemingly mateless. While it was rare for a wolf to still be mateless by the time they turned twenty-five, it was unheard of for an Alpha wolf to be mateless. Alpha Wolves had the most exposure to other packs; we were more likely than any other wolf to meet their mate.

After experiencing reality, I now realize how stupid those Princesses are by falling in love that quickly. There's no such thing as love at first sight. True love or great love. There's no man that will stay loyal just because he loves you. There's no man that will approach you with only good intentions. Without wanting something in return. Those shits only exist in stories... And that hurts me the most. Thinking that what I want is impossible for me to achieve. Because I'm Madison "Unfortunate" Wilhenberg Morgan. Being unlucky is carved in me. Because wherever I go, misfortune always finds me.

The words hit harder than expected. “You brought misfortune to him,” she continued cruelly. “You are worse than the curse he carried around.” My chest tightened painfully. For a brief second, guilt tried creeping into my mind again. What if everything about Liam became worse because he met me? What if she was right about that one? No, I crushed the thought immediately. Fate had brought Liam and I together to overcome these challenges. I didn't bring misfortune to him. If anyone did, it would be her. Because her greed and cruelty had caused so many problems in this house.

What’s the difference between me and a lapdog? I noticed someone exiting the company’s main doors behind us. Instantly, I put on a new face. "Adrian," I said sweetly, "how can you say that? What’s so bad about being the princess’s kept man? Earning her affection should be your honor." Adrian cracked. He shouted, nearly unhinged, "No, it’s not! I don’t even have a job anymore. Without an income, I’m completely at her mercy—a puppet. What do people think of me now? That I used my body to climb up the ladder? That I’m just a man living off a woman?

Bloodmoon Manor – That Evening The corridors of the manor were dimly lit, shadows stretching across the stone walls like silent specters. Selene had spent too much of her life here—too many nights haunted by memories she couldn’t escape. Now, she walked them as an outsider in her own home. Her muscles protested with every step, a reminder of the fight with Kieran. She should have been resting, but her mind wouldn’t allow it. She needed answers. Pushing open the heavy wooden doors of the manor’s archives, she stepped inside. Dust motes floated in the candlelight, the scent of aged parchment thick in the air. These records held the history of the pack—wars fought, blood spilled, betrayals buri

Mother Mary walked out of the chamber after patting her on the head. Mirabel's eyes fluttered in pain, and she slumped down on the chair. All her life, she has always been unfortunate. Her parents died when she was fifteen. She worked like a slave until Lakhma found her. She had thought that her unfortunate life had ended that day, but... It seemed she was wrong. Maybe the moon goddess finally wants her to leave the earth since she has always been unfortunate since childhood.

The woman was shrouded in darkness, and she wore a long black gown and a colorful cloak on top, complete with a knitted shawl that had sequins and shiny beads. “What brings you here is what leads you there. What do you want to know, little girl?” Her voice was deep and coarse. Scarlett noticed the Tarot cards on the table and realized that the woman was probably a fortune-teller of some kind. She dragged the chair and sat casually opposite her. She looked up and found the price list behind the woman. She took out a fifty-dollar bill, put it on the table, and said, “I think I have had misfortunes since I was little. And I’ve gotten into even more trouble recently. Am I cursed or something?

The burning desire inside me was absolutely eating me alive. So many beautiful women had walked past me, yet not one was mine. What made other men so special that they could land women like that? Life just sucked for me. Just then, a young couple stumbled out of the bar, arguing loudly. I glanced at the woman, and that fire inside me was instantly reignited. Even on a cold day like this, she wore black thigh-high stockings over her long, slim legs, paired with a super short skirt that barely covered her butt. The sight made my desire surge. Her two large globes, in particular, bounced with every step she took.