Luck Turns The Tables Novels & Stories

I wobble a little and give her a shifty look. “I think it will be fun, and we won’t be out more than we would have if we lost the first one. Come on guys what do you say?” The guys have shifted from tipsy to basically drunk and agree to it right away when Aria pops her boobs out a little. I get another weird feeling that someone is watching me, but I still don’t see anything. We take a big drink of our drinks and the guys break again, trying to be all chivalrous. We can only really use the luck card in one game so this will be our last with these guys. I look at the money on the table, then at Aria, and we both nod to each other. I look at the guys and say “Sorry boys, but I think we might b

Suddenly, a cracked boulder used to prop up a shaky table at a corner stall caught my eye. It was caked in dirt and mud, but to my eyes, it radiated a blinding glow. "Fortune score: 99%. Contains top-tier emeralds." I walked over, slapped my last 80 dollars onto the table, and said, "Sir, I'll take this stone. Cut it right here." The bystanders burst into laughter, mocking a beggar like me for trying his hand at stone gambling. But as the blade of the saw sliced down, a streak of vibrant green exposed itself.

Lady Luck was definitely on his side. She studied her cards and bet two red chips. Not too conservative, but nothing rash either. She was in this to win. He countered with two black. “Deal.” She gestured impatiently toward the deck. “Looking forward to collecting?” he teased, dealing three cards onto the mattress. The flop was pretty good for him, too. A king and two clubs. Only a handful of possible combos beat his. From the look on her face, though, she thought she was holding one of them.

After he spoke, he turned around and left. Luck stared at Thomas with dazzling eyes. He did not want Thomas to take the Ancestral Water away, but he could not stop Thomas at this point. After all, his “body” was not there. Besides, even if he was there, it would be impossible for him to defeat Thomas. “Hmph! I’m going to see what you’ll do.” After Luck said that, the big screen dimmed. Then, the five pillars, whose flames had been put out, were lit up again. The flames started burning again.

Alice knew it was the sound of a firm slap, not because she deduced it, but because she can see the reflection of two people in the glass wall. An older man and a boy, just about her age. She was familiar with the adult, Li Jing Zhang. His face was all over the posters nowadays for the upcoming senatorial election. She remembered her dad saying that Li Jing will be donating a massive amount of money to UNITY. “If you pull that stunt again, I will make sure you won’t see your mother again,” Li Jing said through his gritted teeth. “You can’t do that,” the boy argued. It was not in Alice’s nature to listen to these kinds of conversations, but her gut told her to stay put. Her gut was usually co

“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.”

“Hurry up and open it! Stop trying to be dramatic. There’s no way it’s another six!” I lifted the final die, and there it was—a six. I won. Taylor stared at the six perfect sixes lying on the table like she could burn holes through the wood. The smug smile she’d been wearing all night vanished completely. “Whatever. It was a total fluke! You just got lucky this time!” I smiled lightly. “I usually do have decent luck.” “You won! Transfer the money! Quickly!” Mom’s mood flipped instantly. She pushed forward, yelling at my aunt and Taylor.

To think that there would come a day when a man would drink for her. “Ooh! Dustin is definitely a hen-pecked husband!” “If she can’t drink wine, then surely, she can drink water? Dustin, Mrs. Grant, lock your arms and have a drink together!” The people started egging them on. Dustin wanted to deny it, but Ninian picked up a glass of water from the table. “Let’s do it. We shouldn’t be wet blankets.” Seeing them flirting made Conan pull a long face, but he still suppressed his urges for the sake of his dignity.

Timmy said. "Are you done here? If you are, then leave," I calmly said. Jessica's face became pale, then flushed red. "You can't get back at me like this just because I turned you down! Business is business, and you can't force love! I'm never going to throw myself at you just to get some investment funding! I hope you can tell the difference and just sign!" "Nice speech! Really nice!" I said as I clapped slowly. I honestly did not know just how shameless Jessica could be.

“Hell, Grayson, maybe I’ll win your wife’s smile tonight. Liora stiffened beside me. My jaw tightened. I ignored his loud mouth. The dealer’s hands trembled now, but she dealt clean. One card after another, the world reduced to paper and fate. Harper slapped his hand with a triumphant grin, already claiming victory before the dealer even called it. “Read it and weep!” The dealer cleared her throat, her voice faltering for the first time. “Winning hand Mr Grayson.” The table went still. Harper’s face froze. His smile collapsed like wet paper, his arrogance falling through the cracks. I leaned forward, my voice low and measured. “Luck," you said? No. I see you, Harper. Loud, desperate men alwa