Lottery Stories Novels & Stories

Hearing that, the old lady pointed at Shayla and yelled, "Nonsense, I'm not lying! I did win the lottery. The lottery shop owner told me that there's only one winner in the whole country, and I won it. You're the one who got scammed!" Shayla merely snorted. "Look, she's panicking after getting exposed. How do you know yours is real? The lottery ticket I have right now can prove that I'm the real winner." Yet, what the lady said next shocked everyone into silence. "My evidence? The 50 million dollars have already been deposited into my bank account!"

Ethan sighed and said, "It looks like your husband doesn't appreciate it at all. I'm afraid this little shop of mine can't accommodate someone like him." With that, he sat down to the side and ignored me. Jocelyn nervously dragged me back to Ethan and said in an upset tone, "Hurry up and apologize to him! Beg him to take you in!" I could feel my heart dying at that moment. Just as Jocelyn and Sean were insulting me together, the sudden sound of drums and trumpets came from outside the snack shop. I looked up and saw the lottery shop owner arriving with a street band to congratulate me. He had even brought over a printed banner that read: [Congratulations to Jeffrey Johnson on winning the 1 M

“Yeah, always. You know that, Jax.” “All this money that I have? It didn’t come from Curves, and it obviously didn’t come from my family. But before you start to worry, it didn’t come from anything illegal.” “OK.” She waited. “I won the lottery.” She blinked. “Like… the real lottery? Little balls falling into a clear box and a guy in a penguin suit calling the numbers?” “Yep. Exactly.” “Here, in Colorado?” “No, back home. The Michigan State Lottery.”

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Brianna took another bite of her sandwich. “Seriously? You can get why he lied to me?” Cassie stared at her, dumbfounded. “You know how when people win the lottery, 'family' members come out of the wood-works? If you win, you're supposed to change your phone number and stop being on any social media because all your random relatives and long-lost friends suddenly want some of your money?” Brianna shrugged. “It would be like that, only all the time. He basically wins the lottery every day. People must ask him for stuff all the time. Can you imagine not knowing if someone is your friend because they like you, or because they want your money? Or a job at your company? Or a free ride on your jet

“Maybe we should gift them to someone in the bar?” I looked at the other patrons around us. It wasn’t very full. There were only a handful of people hanging around and a group of guys playing pool at a table near the back wall. Bringing my hands up to cup my mouth, I yelled, “Who’s had a really shit week so far?” A few people laughed, but one of the guys at the pool table threw up one of his hands. “Me!” Ember laughed and slid all six shots closer to me. I gathered them in both hands and carried them to the guys. “Then this round is on us.”

"What's your secret? Did you rob a bank or something?" Juniper cracked up, reaching for her wine glass. "You could say I won the lottery," she said with a grin. "I mean, literally! Back in the States, I was working multiple part-time jobs to make ends meet for Hector and me. But then, on a whim, I bought a lottery ticket and. . . boom! I won billions, baby! It was a total game-changer."

The golden words on the banner glittered brilliantly in the sunlight—"Congratulations to Our City's First Lottery Winner Who Won the Massive 120 Million Dollars World Soccer Tournament Bet!" A convertible stopped in front of the courthouse. Harlan stepped out surrounded by reporters, smiling broadly. In his hands was an enormous ceremonial check with the number "120,000,000" written boldly across it. He looked around before finally locking his gaze onto me. Then, under everyone's stunned gazes, he hurried over and gripped my hand tightly. He said, "Congratulations, Mr. Lorenz! The lottery ticket you purchased yesterday perfectly predicted the final outcome and number of goals of the World So