Lottery Synonym Novels & Stories

I let out a cold laugh and hailed a cab. Instead of going to the company, I headed straight for the lottery center. "Hello. I'm the winner of the 800-thousand-dollar prize from this morning. I'd like to have a notarized certification of my winnings, please." In my previous life, I had been so anxious to pay for my daughter's surgery that I never got around to having the prize money notarized. By the time I was framed and tried to come back for it, a staff member at the lottery center had already been bribed by Russell and Kristen.

As I recalled, they came from Grisee, a neighboring town to the west of Surabaya. When I arrived at Laymisch stalls, a young man was about to pay. "How much?" asked the buyer. "Ice tea and a cigarette." "MILF, Soraya, the snail, and the dead man," Laymisch counted, "the head of the robber." What was called by Laymisch was the lottery gambling codes. You see, ‘MILF' was iced tea and ‘Soraya’ was the Surya brand's cigarette. ‘The dead man’ was number 3 equals three thousand, and the 'snail’ was number 2 equals two thousand. If added together, ‘the head of the robber’ was symbolized by the number 5 means five thousand.

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

Suddenly, it all clicked. Scratching my lottery tickets myself meant that I could siphon Yelena's luck back from her!

Grandma had pointed at her and screamed, calling her a self-righteous lunatic. "You either love a child, or you don’t. Why are you hiding behind this lottery nonsense? If you don’t want Silas Vale, I’ll take him back to the countryside right now. Otherwise, throw away that damned lottery box and love both children together!" Mom had sneered back coldly. "How I love my children is none of your business. I love both of them, of course. But there will always be bias. That can’t be controlled. "That’s exactly why I bought the lottery box to truly be fair. If they want something, they rely on their own luck. Their father and I won’t interfere. If he can’t draw the long stick, that just means he’s

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.

" Hello, my Supermodel Best friend, What lottery did I win to deserve this call? " " Hey, Lucy, which lottery are you talking about? " " I don't know Perhaps the one I won without even knowing. " " Stop joking. " " Alright, alright, so how are you? " " Okayish as you can See. " " Okay, that's good to hear. " " How about you, Lucy? Any news? Is there a bun in the oven already? " [ Bun in the oven: it means to be pregnant. ] " Really? It's been just three weeks okay? How do you expect me to be pregnant already in a short amount of time? "

I had been pursuing Seth for so long, yet he never remembered the fact that I was allergic to pollen. "By the way, lend me 150 dollars. I want to buy some books. Once my family mails me money, I'll pay you back." I had lost count of how many times Seth told me the same thing. The thing was, he never returned any cash to me. I just huffed coldly before walking home right away. Seth could be heard hollering my name angrily from behind. As soon as I walked through the front door, I saw Catherine toying with her new watch. I recognized it as an item only sold in a department store in the town.

Cedrick’s POV Morning after pill. The text was still on my screen and had been there since this morning. “Plan B”. It had a rather nice ring to it. Hint: sarcasm! Morning after pill. Also known as Levonorgestrel. It was a pill for women in order to prevent pregnancy, in case protection had failed. It, basically, killed the fetus, by altering the lining of the uterus so it couldn’t become attached and develop into a human being.