Luck And Trouble Novels & Stories

Man is a slave to habit. When he is happy. When luck is on his side. He forgets about the dangers that might anytime come his way. He wants to live with his happiness forever forgetting about everything. That is exactly what happened to Duke. Since luck was on his side. He thought everything would go according to his plan. He would finish everything according to his plan and then tell his Grandfather about Lelia. But he forgot that luck will not always stay on his side. Sometimes luck changes naturally and a source of sorrow comes into a person's life. Unexpected dangers come that no one could ever imagine.

I had a girlfriend I really loved and a house even though my job wasn’t bringing much at the time. Well, I guess I ran out of that luck eventually, cause Juss sold her house. And I was stuck in Manchester with some psycho girl who would screw me over at any opportunity she gets. So let’s hope my luck works well this time. Usually, a Mexican carried seven pesos in his wallet to attract good luck but I had not put them in my purse for that purpose. It had just happened. Which meant that whatever stroke of luck I'd have today would come effortlessly, without having to fight or struggle for it.

Luka was after all the only married guy in the suite. "I don't speak English too well." Luka laughed softly. "I will translate.." Eric added. "Where ever needed." "Don't worry, I'm sure we will all make out what you will be saying." Nick replied. "Okay. I meet my wife in supermarket. She forget her money so I offer to pay everything. Not because she was beautiful lady but because I know how it feel to be embarrassed in big shop with lots of people when card decline." Luka explained. "Freaking gentleman over here." Tristan cheered.

The rain tapped softly against the plastic canopy. Looking at Hunter, I suddenly remembered the card from the night before our marriage registration. "Thank you for participating." I had once thought I was simply unlucky. I never drew the best prize. No one ever came back with the umbrella. I never received the kind of special treatment borne out of unconditional love. Later, I finally understood that it wasn't that I had bad luck. It was that from the very beginning, they had never included my name in the prize list. I looked at Hunter and said, "I've looked enough."

"If it's fated, then it's fate. If you combine the two, you'll be able to obtain this item." Hearing these two requests, many people suddenly felt a little depressed. Money was not a problem. Anyone who could come here was rich. The problem was fate. They couldn't see it clearly and couldn't touch it at all. Therefore, it all depended on luck. If you were lucky, you would naturally have a fate. In other words, there was no fate. This was a trap that everyone had a chance to play, but it seemed to be an advice for everyone to withdraw.

People around whom the laws of probability stop behaving, bending, warping, and rearranging in ways no one can predict, measure, or pull back under control. He turned the page. In all of recorded history, only three Luck Bearers exist on the record, and every single one left the world unrecognizable behind them. Not through force. Not through brilliance. But through something far simpler and far more dangerous: the fact that they kept breathing. A Luck Bearer doesn't bend reality by will or design. Reality bends itself, almost eagerly, the moment they arrive. Small shifts at first, easy to dismiss, easy to explain away. Then the larger ones come. Those don't bend back.

I never expected Shanine, a young woman who looked so innocent and naive, would turn out to be such hussy. Unable to contain myself, my loose shorts once again bulged up stiffly. Even a middle-aged man like me blushed at her teasing. Seeing my reaction, Shanine's excitement only grew. Out of the blue, she reached out and grabbed at my groin. "Mr. Turner, what good stuff did you hide in here? Why is it so bulgy, hm?" At her touch, I immediately felt a strong sensation run through my entire body. A wave of pleasure washed over me, overwhelming my mind.

Simon lunged at me as well, trying to pull the bag from my hands. He pried my fingers apart, gripping so hard that I thought he might break them. "You're talented, and you'll still have a chance to go to space. Charmaine is older, and this is her only shot. Give it to her, and I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Isn't that fair?" I stared at him stubbornly. "I won't let go!" Simon's strength overwhelmed me. He yanked the bag from my grasp and threw me to the ground. My head struck the sharp corner of a desk, and the metallic tang of blood filled the air.

Dale cut me off before I could finish. “Lisa, it seems you still don’t understand your place. Kimmy is our human good-luck charm. I brought her in for a reason. The fact that she even graces the production floor should be considered a blessing. And you dare upset her? If her energy turns sour, the entire company’s fortune could follow. Are you prepared to be responsible for that?” I was aware that most successful executives harbored their own superstitions. However, instead of worrying about hypothetical bad energy, we should have been trying to fix the disaster right in front of us.

But I am sorry to disappoint him—I don't and would never feel the same way. Lucky, Morgan, Dribble, and Telly were not particularly friendly; I had only met them a few times. They had attended James' sixteenth birthday party and a few other gatherings. They came from influential families, except for Lucky, whose parents belonged to the average class. Lucky's good looks had landed him modeling contracts since he was nine, changing the trajectory of his life and that of his family. He led the runaway of Amigos Percille's fashion show donning an extremely tight swim brief, exposing the exact size and shape of his man.