Lottery King Novels & Stories

What winners? “We’ve been keeping track of your ballots and asking all of you who should take home the crown tonight for our newest King and Queen. And with ten minutes until midnight, it’s time!” I look around, curious at who amongst these strangers will be crowned royalty for the remainder of the year. “First up on our list, our King!” The man calls excitedly, reaching down to grab the envelope to read off the name. He looks down, reads the name, and his smile breaks out even wider as if possible. “Our King is…Mr. Sebastian Cain!” He cheers.

King looked at me and immediatly started to smile. "He is so creepy," Ella said as we got to our seats. "Sofia, can I speak to you for a moment," Mr. King said and I walked over to his desk "I wanted to talk to you about an opportunity that came up. There is this scholarship that one of my good friends have created. I think you have a good chance to win. It is for five thousand dollars," Mr. King said "Thank you, Mr. King," I said "I was hoping we could talk about it more later on. Maybe at the coffee shop after school," Mr. King said causing me to frown.

The king looked more like he had lost his memory. "My king, my king. King Van De Fretas." A voice called out to him. In a very clear river, on a rock, Queen Lourine Chatrine is standing. She wore a light yellow dress with a silver crown on her head. The King of Van De Fretas tried to answer but his mouth seemed to be locked. He couldn't say anything. Queen Lourine Chatrine looked at him with a sad face. The king tried to approach her but the king couldn't move his body at all. His body seemed dead, but he could see and also hear Queen Lourine Chatrine's voice."

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

The members loved and treated the three kings as if they were already the pack's alphas, so that same night, he would perform the title transfer ritual. He doubted anything would change. Certainly, the power of the three would not increase, as no alpha reached the power that each of the three had, especially Ryan, who, to everyone's amazement, even himself, managed to master fear and had already proven several times in a year that he was a true king. But being king of alphas is one thing, being Darkmoon's alphas was quite another. So he asks Luna and Amy to organize a unforgettable party. The biggest the pack has ever had, and all their friends, old and new, were invited.

"Thanks, guys! But who knows—maybe Evie's the walking lucky charm." "She's holding a lottery ticket right now, so why don't we have her scratch it and see?" At that, the crowd started egging me on, shouting for me to scratch the ticket right then and there to see if I'd won. Some of them even started placing bets. "I'll bet a full year's pay plus my bonus that Evie's ticket isn't worth more than a thousand dollars!" Another laughed and chimed in, "I bet there isn't a single penny on that ticket! I put ten years on it, and if I win, she has to hand over ten years' worth of her pay!"

oh". Dad didn’t know that years of lottery-based upbringing had already been carved into Asher’s bones. The side effects soon appeared. Dad suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage from overwork and was hospitalized. The nurse couldn’t reach Mom. So ten-year-old Asher was told to take Dad’s bank card to withdraw money to pay the hospital fees. Instead, Asher handed the lottery box to the nurse. "If you draw the long stick, I’ll listen to you and get the money. If you draw the short stick, then this card is mine. I want to buy nice sneakers."

“Wait, you two lucky charms! We haven’t even had the chance to place our bets with you yet. Why are you leaving? Kingzillion Casino isn’t run by Jackie alone. If he can’t handle losing, others here can!” As Michael was about to lead Ivanka away, someone quickly stepped out from the crowd and tried to stop them. “Yes, stick around and share some of that good luck with us! Let us shake off the slump we’ve been in at Kingzillion Casino and finally get a win!” “That’s right!” ... The crowd around Michael and Ivanka was filled with a mix of admiration and envy. Of course, they came out of their own accord to surround Michael and Ivanka because they were hoping to ride the wave of their fortune to

King who was talking on the phone and the wife run to him and give him a bear hug and smiled a smile he had not seen in a long time. Mr. King became amazed and asked what’s in the smile Rachel, have you worn lottery? No, my dear, your son has seen the light, which light? Mr. King was confused, let's go inside and I will explain kissing his cheek which excited Mr. King since his wife was behaving like a teenager.

he explained briefly, continuing to click on the keyboard. "With that being said, you will be happy to know that your next client is none other than Thompson King. He's known for making large scale donations to small scale companies. Has helped revamp the central hospital down south and.." "Hold your horses, Rod. I'm not interested in knowing about his schemes. At least, not today. I told you that I don't operate on weekends. You know this too." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion and Rod knew very well that she meant it.