Luck And Trouble Novels & Stories

I will make sure to make her mine, Just one Glimpse she did these changes in me what will happen to me if we both get married, the married thing is later when I will meet her what will she gonna do to me, I am losing my control for your kitten. Come out a fast kitten. AUTHOR NOTE: HOW WAS THE TRACK GOING ON GUYS? ARE YOU LIKE THE CURRENT TRACK PLEASE TELL ME YOUR OPINIONS IN THE COMMENTS SECTION... ? LOVE YOU ALL MY LOVELY CUPCAKES.

MY LIFE STORY STARTED “I’m Chuka Okoli Uzor, life they say has its good, bad and ugly sides, but I’ve never tasted the good. It’s been filled with gloom and bad luck. I’m exaggerating right? Let me finish my tale and you would know I was making an understatement.

What a jerk. Both of them then waited for the bookie to announce the prize number. Surprisingly, it was Alfi’s number. Andos couldn’t believe what he saw. That day, he discovered his hidden skill: SSS luck. On the day after that, Alfi got visited by the people asking him for a lucky lottery number and shared the prize fairly. A year later after he started such a business, his family became rich that his wealth was higher than Bill Gates because of his SSS luck on the lottery. And ever since that event, Andos started to loathe him as he thought that Alfi had absorbed his SS luck. He then vowed to himself to kill Alfi someday.

I stepped closer, my voice quiet and cruel. “And now that you want it, I’m supposed to say yes immediately?” He tried to explain, but I lifted my hand. “Forget it.” I met his eyes. “Since you love your game so much, let’s play one more.” “…Game?” “Yes.” “Bring twelve slips of paper. Write your name on one. Leave the rest blank.” I held his gaze, unblinking. “If I draw your name first, I’ll marry you on the spot.” “But if it’s the twelfth...” “Then you wait twelve years.” A pause. “Do you dare, Adrian?”

Lucky says and that fact calms me a little. He's right. Most of the women that work here are one's Lucky's personally helped. Lucky was a lot like Shane, bit hard by his ex-wife, but not for obvious reasons. He nearly lost his teenaged daughter because of her boyfriend beating her. She told her mother over and over but her mother was too far gone with how much money the douchebag earned. Once lucky found out, he killed the guy and nearly did the same to his ex. Lucy is now doing well, but it took her a few years to get over what she lived with every single day.

I’m the reincarnation of a lucky charm. As long as I’m happy, my whole family prospers. To keep me smiling, my billionaire grandfather built me a palatial bedroom and hired a whole team of housekeepers and nannies just to keep me company. Then, on the day the long-lost real heiress was finally brought home, everything changed. Holding a livestream rig, she stormed straight into my room and sneered at the camera, “Everyone, this is the fake daughter who stole my place and lived my life of luxury for eighteen years! “She knew I was coming back and still tried to fool everyone with this ridiculous nonsense about being some kind of lucky-star reincarnation? Fine. Today I’m exposing her for who s

She was gazing at Shawn with such starry eyes. I remembered Summer mentioning she liked mature men. Seeing Shawn’s current transformation, it all made sense. Thereafter, I stopped paying much attention to the two of them and focused wholeheartedly on studying and attending classes. After lending my fortune out in my past life, my memory deteriorated and misfortune followed me everywhere. Now only half of my luck remained. Once my fortune was given out, it was gone forever. This was something an old psychic had told me with a solemn expression back then.

I’m not falling for him because that would be just stupid. Anyway, Lucky got his road name after he crashed his bike and narrowly avoided death as he rolled under the semi-truck that he crashed into. He told me he only had minor scrapes and was unharmed. I wonder where his mother is? But never mind that, I know I am being moved tonight and I hope that when the master of ceremonies takes one look at me with my Moretti traits and runs for the hills. If not, then well, I will have to do what my momma trained me to do. Cause mayhem.

I didn't ask for the bank card back, nor did I waste another breath. That card required my biometric verification to withdraw a single cent. The thing they had just stolen was nothing but a useless piece of plastic. Before walking out of the ward, I glanced back one last time. Jeremy was tenderly comforting Lilian. The text floating above his head had shifted. "Fortune score: 1%. Countdown to financial ruin: Three hours."

More like a dry, humorless rasp. “Yeah, you and everyone else.” His eyes narrowed. “But you must be damn lucky to have a guard dog in this shit show?” Lucky. That word again. Like surviving these games had anything to do with luck. My jaw clenched, something sparking deep in my chest—anger, maybe. Or just the exhaustion of always being afraid. “You think it’s luck?” I asked, before I could stop myself. “Then maybe you should try falling into a pit of acid next time and see how lucky you feel.”