Lottery Stories Novels & Stories

Without knowing what else to do, he just kept going around a couple of laps until night fell. When he arrived at his new home, he imagined how his wife received him, but now he was all alone in a new apartment. He flopped down on the couch, where he turned on the television, he then said in a huff, “Trash,” Taking his belongings out of his pockets, where he went back to find the lottery ticket that the older woman had given him, he looked at it carefully. “Sunflower,” he said in a low voice. He thought it was silly, but at this point, he got carried away. He looked for the channel where they broadcasted the lottery, channel 12. But his curiosity was not satisfied, the program had just ended

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

TWO BLACK STRIPPERS WIN $221 MILLION JACKPOT!' Below the headline was a picture of Stella and Bella, wearing skimpy but presentable outfits, they were probably in a strip club, being handed a big check. I was shocked. I was wondering how the hell they won that terrible amount of money. Do trippers won't lottery or What? Or will it be that a rich man offers them the money for job well done. How can people won lottery with an indecent acts?

“I didn’t know you were coming sweetie so I already eat.” “How about you and me grabbing some burgers before going home son?” Tulani suggested. Sean had won the lotto in his father. Feeling triumphant, Tulani took his sons hand and led him away. “Will be back before you go on air,” he told Natasha. “Have fun with your father honey but don’t eat too much junk.” Natasha had just stepped out of the elevator and was about to head to her office when Luyando stepped in front of her. “Anything I can help you with, ma’am?” She was as sarcastic in her delivery as could be.

The cops won't do anything. "If it hurts that bad, why don't you jump out a window right now? Maybe you'll beat us to the prize." They strutted out the door and took a cab to the lottery center. Dad marched straight to the counter and shouted, "We're here to claim our prize! We're claiming 100 million dollars!" "What? 100 million dollars?" It was a busy weekend at the grocery store. People were coming and going nonstop. When passersby overheard the commotion, they stopped in their tracks, exclaiming, "100 million dollars? Don't tell me that their family hit today's jackpot?"

His eyes softened, not with fear, but pride. “I do. Go. My woman doesn’t lose.” Adrian drove me to his Miami estate. He barely waited for the door to shut before blurting, “I’ll bring a priest here. Right now. We can get married today, now, just say yes.” A short, humorless laugh escaped me. “Adrian… why? When I wanted to marry you, you hid behind your stupid lottery. For years, you used chance to keep me waiting, begging.” I stepped closer, my voice quiet and cruel.

I cussed to myself and finally the third which we just watched horrifically get eaten by crocodiles. We have walked a mile now and something kept bugging me, I could hear Mike's heart pounding like drums. Mike was an average height man, with glasses bigger than his face, he knew much about tales and myths like some mountain elf he forgets to live in the present. "Are you good Mike?" I called out trying to beat the whistling of the jungle, "your heart has been beating so loud, I can barely hear myself speak" I added to loosen up the mood. "Are you crazy?" He snapped back "Have you not heard the rumours?" His panting increased. "You mean, the rumours that brought us here in the first place?" T

Nana Spending nights thinking about a masseur you met just once was a bad habit. But when have I ever said I had a good habit? I had always dreamt of being touched every day by different men. I didn't like being touched twice by the same man, variety was the only thing that kept me interested— so I tended to book different masseurs every single time I went for a massage. But Conan's hands felt so good, they were an addiction I didn't want to break. For the first time, I wanted only one pair of hands on me.

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."

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