Lucky #13 Book Novels & Stories

And yet here she is, helping me convince others to believe in something better. “Three more in the last town." she says as I catch up to her. “That makes… what? Twelve?” “Thirteen,” I correct. “Don’t forget the old tracker in the river settlement.” She gives a faint, tired smile. “Right. Thirteen. Lucky number.” I don't believe in luck. I believe in choice. And right now, enough people are choosing peace to make me think this might actually work.

an understood ”Luck, on the other hand, had gone to the place of the class that was still with Mr. Martín,“ hello sir, sorry professor, "" Luck, you're not supposed to have cavalry class, "" yes, but they are group exercises and there's no one to practice with, I'm just wasting my time, "" ok, what do you need, "" nothing really, I just wanted to see what books he recommended to me to better understand Mr. Julius's class, "" it's fine, let me make a list of the books that I remember are very helpful for his class, "he hands him a piece of paper with 5 books, "Ten Luck, you can find them in the school library," "Thank you teacher, see you at dinner," Luck left for the library and took out the

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Alice was already unlucky ever since she was born; her presence brought unfortunate events to her people. Was this her fault? Was this because she did not have her lucky charm with her? Before going downstairs, Alice opened her jewelry box. She grabbed the necklace that sat alone inside. It had three pendants: a silver star, a golden horseshoe, and a small letter ‘L’ for luck. It had been a long time since she wore a piece of jewelry, but today, she needed its comfort. She needed its protection from bad luck. “I know you do not like bodyguards, but you need to have one right now,” Meredith initiated when she arrived at the dining area.

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

Oh, I wish I could roll my eyes. I immediately went to the romance novel section. It's been a while since I have read a full novel about a fictional love story. I enjoy reading a lot. Especially years ago when I was about to get married and when Lucas was my fiancé. Everything was a dream during that time of my life. Not knowing that it'll all be ruined on the very day of my supposed wedding. Well, what can I say. I'm an unlucky bitch when it comes to love. “Unique?”

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Then they’d watched, certain little Ruan, who’d christened herself Lucky— the Killer, Lucky the Devil— at the not-so-tender age of ten, would meet the same fate as the infamous Goddess: a life of struggle and sadness followed by an early exit at twenty-four. But why think about that now? she wondered as she ignored the ghost whispering from the shadows, another cigarette shoved between her lips, the phosphorous flame jumping as she struck the match. Lucky the Shadow, said the thing snarling from the corner.

"You’ve already kidnapped me. I can’t escape anyway. But let me make one thing clear. Since you’re all so determined to make her eat my fortune cookie, don’t regret it." Mara and the others exchanged glances, then lit up with excitement. "We won’t regret it!" I nodded and told them to untie me. "Follow the process. First, write your name and birth details on a piece of paper. Then burn it to ashes and wrap it inside." One of the supporters, worried I might try something, quickly asked, "Mara, what do you want on the paper?" She thought for a moment. "Something for delicate features and big eyes. Write that into the fortune. She has to be beautiful. And add a perfect test score. Write it in s

Why is he and not me? We are born, we grow up and we die. That's the natural order of things. But there is also a second fact that I faithfully believe in. We can always change the way things end. We can always find a solution to a serious problem, turning it into nothing more than a slight headache. Skeptics call this fact Optimism, scientists call it Chaos Theory and I call it luck. Luck is not quite as people think. It is not about carrying rabbit-shaped amulets or eating cookies with moralistic messages inside. True luck is a feeling very similar to love. Something that gives you the strength you need to protect and care for those you know.