Lady Misfortune Novels & Stories

Their beauty would continue to spread among their female offspring for generations to come. Lost in my own world, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Watch it!." The lady said. "Sorry!." I apologized quickly. I was a stranger in Lycester I didn't want to cause any trouble. Although I could move without a pack, I didn't know what pack wolves could do to me if I ever harmed their own. "Sorry!." I apologize once again to the young lady standing beside the elderly lady I bumped into. From their looks, I could tell it was a mistress and her maid. The girl swept back her long black silky hair haughtily, and sashayed off with her maid walking behind her. l watched them dissolve in the crowd. Turni

She was dirty—her fair all frayed in clumps of sweat and mud, her legs ridden with sot and her body oozing the stench of a dead beast. The goddess had cursed me. There was no other explanation for my misfortune as I stood in front of Lydia, ready to be mated and wed, with a bile crawling up my throat. For a moment I couldn’t help but wonder about the bruises on her arms, but deep down I knew she deserved it one way or the other. After all she was cursed. The bold fragment of the pack’s misfortune.

In Molhatt, Nuev City, Jason hung up the phone, straightened his posture, and turned around. Francis and Bella were staring at him intently in the living room. Bella's lips curved into a sharp, malicious smile. "You handled it well. It sounds like Mr. Hurst believed it," she said. Jason gave a slight bow and calmly replied, "Yes, Mrs. Davis. Mr. Hurst believes that Mrs. Hurst is just upset." Francis scoffed coldly. "She's no longer Mrs. Hurst! She's just an abandoned adopted daughter carrying a bastard child. She needs to learn her place."

Chapter 1 Luck is known to be a fickle creature appearing and disappearing at a whim, though there are those so-called fortune's favorites who seem permanently in her favor while others seem just as equally misfortune's favorites cursed with bad luck. But perception is a tricky thing; what may at first appear to be misfortune may in fact be just the luck someone needs and what may appear to be a lucky step may in fact be bad luck in deed. But that is luck, chaos personified.

“You know I hate lateness. Or were you hoping to warn your houseguests I was coming?” “I doubt they frighten easily.” Vera turned back to Anya, smile poised but empty. “And this must be… the addition.” Anya extended a hand. “Anya Petrova.” Vera didn’t shake it. Instead, she looked down at Zoe. “And the heiress to the second complication, I presume.” Zoe blinked. “I don’t know what that means.” Vera crouched slightly, maintaining perfect posture even in motion. “It means you’re a very… surprising little girl.”

Raymond was in great pain, looking at the furious Hunter with murderous eyes. Who was this person? Why did he hit him? Ruby felt sorry for Raymond and looked at Hunter angrily, roaring: "Hunter, what are you doing?" "What am I doing? Does he not know what he's done? This damn bastard, ruined my fortune teller." Hunter's eyes were red with anger, their Miss was ruined. Thanks to Cathy, their company had been developing more and more smoothly over the years. Ruby choked, fortune tellers seemed to have to meet their destined partner to be together, and if they were broken, their luck would turn bad, there seemed to be such a saying, but she didn't understand.

Perhaps because she was naturally unattractive with the saucer-sized birthmark on her left cheek, which made her the target of disdain within the Kensington family. Their marriage was born not of love but obligation—an aftermath of a tragic accident. A year ago, their cars collided. In that accident, Joseph shielded Livia, sustaining injuries so severe he slipped into a coma. Myla, too, had suffered, awakening with no memory of her past—not even her own name. For three months, Joseph lay motionless. Desperate, the Madam Kensington turned to a feng shui master, who said that Myla’s presence could dispel misfortune.. The calamities were caused by her and could only be resolved by her.

Judy turned to Calvin and asked who scrambled like a chick being in face with an eagle. "She bought this place" Calvin said and the shock was evident in her face how could she afford to do that how could she even do that. "Look at what my affair brought me" Astrid said with a proud smirk on her face a well deserving response was one she gave her. "So what if you had an affair with a rich man,just stay away from my husband." Just said raising her chest at her, Astrid rolled her eyes and said. "I couldn't be less interested in your husband"

I raise an eyebrow at her. “What?” she says, mock innocence all over her face. “Can’t I stop by to see my long-lost son?” I smirk at her. “You can, but you never stay in here. What’s going on?” She huffs, and Lottie sighs dramatically again. “It’s her. That fucking witch.” “Charlotte, you are a princess. You will never find a mate if you speak like that.” “Mum!” Lottie screeches, outraged. “I’m not even eighteen yet. How can you curse me like that?”

“How could you do this to me?” “I’m so sorry. But I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t have come. Without you as my maid of honor, it would ruin everything.” Lily was one of those women who had begun planning her wedding the instant she left the womb. She’d accumulated a ceiling-high stockpile of bridal magazines and catalogs by the fifth grade. After a few miserably failed false starts, she had finally snagged Mr. Right. Lexi got the feeling Lily saw this as her last chance and that, if everything didn’t go exactly as planned, she was destined to spend the rest of her life alone and childless and die a bitter spinster.