Lady Misfortune Novels & Stories

Did he take advantage of her? Her heart broke at the thought of him using her to pleasure himself when she was defenseless. Tears brimmed in her eyes. She had become a whore. Her aunt would say she had become one like her mother. "Charlotte are you alright?" Prince Lucas asked her, coming closer to her. It seemed with every step he took, her sadness turned to anger. "Stay away from me! You're despicable!" She yelled, hitting him as tears streamed down her face. "What are you talking about?!" Prince Lucas exclaimed. "Stay back! Don't touch me!"

“Nice, seeing you again” “Vladimir,” Arthur said with distaste and the man turned to me and grinned, I could see the interest in his eyes. “And who do we have here” Vladimir asked, his stare was making me uncomfortable. “My wife” Arthur replied, jaw clenched. Surprise filled Vladimir eyes then he smiled, I could detect the falsetto behind that smile. “You are so lucky, this is the most beautiful woman here” Vladimir said, “It’s a pleasure meeting you Mrs Stone”

{Ciril’s POV} [ ~ Two Days Later ~ ] If I say misfortune is after my life, I mean it. Misfortune is after me. Unlike Prince Landon, my fate and destiny are hateful towards me. I don’t get to become the Queen of the Reigns or have the moon goddess give me a chunk of her soul to make me powerful. I am destined to keep suffering and suffering. — Ivanka catching me smiling at Prince Landon was proof of this fact.

He couldn't take the indifferent, hazy life in Alphonso's eyes, so Ridge lets him go as Archduke Ridge steps a step backward from him. "S-STOP! Stop this chaos!" A cranky tone of a Lady comes to join the scene. The Lady's appearance is all in a slum, her hair looks too muddy, and her bones are all dislocated while her right hand is missing as the blood keeps flowing out. She limp as she walks closer to the Alpha. Fear, fear brushes in her senses as she sees the man she called mate lying on the ground helplessly. "M-My Francisco!" The woman weakly claims as her sorrowful eyes start to stream down water.

“What kind of crappy kidney did Xyla donate to me? It’s only been a few years. Why are there problems with it already? “She really is a bringer of bad luck. Anybody who gets close to her will end up suffering from misfortunes,” Mary Sullivan said through gritted teeth. With that, she forcefully rubbed the tears on her face away and clenched her fists tightly. “That’s right!” Tony Sullivan seemed equally upset. “What does this have to do with Xyla? Isn’t it a problem with Mom’s body?” Tom Sullivan couldn’t resist saying spitefully.

Isabel couldn't help but notice that whenever her life seemed perfect, filled with love and affection, disaster struck as if she was unworthy of happiness. She recalled the harsh words from her childhood about bringing bad luck to anyone close to her. Now, she wondered if those words were true and blamed herself for Mason's accident. "No... No... Nothing's going to happen to him," Isabel shook her head, trying to console herself, but her twisted emotions made her feel like a curse, destined to be denied happiness.

“And he promised to marry me. He promised forever. He promised me the world.” She inhaled shakily. “And then… I receive a wedding invitation from him. He married someone else.” Lila’s eyes widened, throat tightening with emotion. “He said I was ‘too ambitious,’” Amara continued bitterly. “He said I wasn’t soft enough. That I was too strong. Too focused. Too disciplined. And because I didn’t sleep with him…” she scoffed painfully, “he found ‘someone better.’” She wiped her tears aggressively. “Do you know how that destroyed me? Do you know how hard I fought to rebuild myself after that?”

"Ursula, we'll keep walking like this. Always." I nodded with a small smile on my face, full of hope for what lay ahead. One day, I ran into Fiona at a high-end bar by accident. She was wearing revealing clothes and heavy makeup, laughing and drinking with a group of men. I couldn't exactly tell what I felt as I watched her in that moment. When she noticed me, there was surprise on her face before it turned into hatred and bitterness. "Are you happy seeing me like this? Tell me, why?! I regressed and was given a second chance in life! So, why did I still lose to you? What are you?!"

I came from a family of witches. When we came of age, every woman in our line awakened a gift. I could siphon my husband's luck through marriage. The rule was simple. After we married, each time he betrayed me, the universe paid compensation. A portion of his fortune slipped away from him and into my hands. Outside the window, bright fireworks filled the sky. They burst and stitched themselves into a name. Kimberly Swan was his mistress. When I did not explode the way people expected, Jasper Prescott grew even more entitled.

"You've earned it. Every bit of pride, every moment of celebrating your success." As she drifted off to sleep, Claire thought about that security footage - that moment of chaos that had seemed like rock bottom. The worst day of her life, or so she'd thought. But rock bottom had been her foundation. The place where everything started to build upward. And sometimes the best things in life began with a mess, a mistake, a moment of absolute disaster. Sometimes love starts with spilled coffee. And sometimes, if you were very lucky and very brave, it ended with forever.