Lucky #13 Book Novels & Stories

There were several bloody scratches on his gaunt face, yet his eyes shone brightly as he smiled and urged me to eat quickly. “You’re hopeless, aren’t you? I’ll have to earn a fortune someday just to support you,” Shawn said with little thought and much carefreeness. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks as I lowered my head further. It was the first time anyone had ever been so kind to me. I was really moved. Therefore, back then, I lent him my rabbit’s foot luck. He could then steal ham sandwiches without getting caught by the director. From then on, everything was smooth sailing for him. Even the director began to treat him kindly.

She heard stories as a little girl and read all the detailed books she could find. Lucky for Nick, she still had some books stored on a small shelf in the corner of the living room. It took a few minutes for her to rummage through the shelf to find the old book of strange phenomena of the soulmate bond. Nick watched her search through it, his eyes darkening with impatience. He almost got on his feet when Esme pulled out a heavy book from behind the shelf. “Found it!” Esme settled back in her seat and dusted the little dust that decorated the brown book cover.

A thick book greeted me. Wait! This is the book Luna was reading before. I read the book's title. 'The Mystery of the Madag Forest' Madag Forest? Isn't this the forest that everyone fears? I opened the book and started reading it. It took me an hour to read until I finished it. According to the book, Madag Forest is the home of a wide variety of creatures that eat magic users and humans. And no one has ever come out of the forest alive once you enter.

Hopefully he would. "I said no!" Axe presses his sentence while looking at me sharply. Soon he was hugging my body tightly. I could feel his heavy breathing. It seemed like the mood of the man in my arms was in turmoil. . . . Hi, guys. Nice to meet you. Hope you enjoy my 1 st english version book. I would be happy if you help me to vote my book and help me to make the stars from this book shine. Thank you so much and love you, guys.

That's all I need for us, omegas to have the freedom we all deserve. And Christopher undeniably had the will and power to grant us that kind of wish once he became the next alpha king. Even though I could still not trust his way of making such a bold decision, his statement somehow gave me faith and hope. At least to me. He may have mustered the profound courage and confidence to say those words, but by the end of the night, the chances that he might change his mind were high considering he also has this bipolar disorder. That's an inevitable fact.

Amara stood at the door, watching him drive off before entering the apartment. Linda was sprawled on the couch, a movie playing in the background. “Look who's back?” Linda teased as Amara sat beside her. “So how was it?” “It was great,” Amara smiled, giving her friend the answer she had been waiting for. “You're a lucky girl,” Linda said with a playful grin. “Being desired by such prominent men must be amazing.” Amara scoffed, slipping off her shoes. “It's more like a curse, Linda.”

She picked it up slowly, read it twice, then pressed it to her chest as her lips curved into the smallest, saddest smile. “That girl…” she whispered. It wasn’t much, but somehow it gave her a tiny spark of strength. She dried her hair, wrapped herself in a robe, and returned to the charts. She forced herself to sit still. Her hands still shook, but her mind sharpened. She studied. Calculated. Reevaluated. And then… She saw something. A pattern she trusted. A setup she had traded a thousand times. High probability. Low risk. Clean entry. She exhaled and clicked BUY.

Watching. The cage might gleam gold — but the wolves circled close. The laughter from her quip still echoed when Valentina reached for the tray. The envelope was crisp, heavy, the kind of paper that whispered money and power. Her crimson nails slid beneath the flap. Inside, a single card. No greeting. No signature. Just four words in a hand she didn’t know but already feared: “Blood remembers its own.” Her breath caught. For a moment, the golden hall blurred. The laughter, the music, the crystal — it all thinned into smoke. She felt his eye again, watching, pressing, claiming.

The case swung slightly ajar. Kael looked at the clasp on the floor. Then, at the open case, he saw a book. He picked up the book titled The Luck Bearers Vol. III, carefully opened it to the first page, and read the first line. The Luck Bearers are not mages. They are not warriors. They are not chosen by gods or blessed by divine hands. They are anomalies. Errors in the system. 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.

"With me at the table today, winning's a sure thing! I'm basically a lucky charm. Who'd pass that up?" Regina Wade said, gazing at everyone confidently. In that instant, I realized I had been reborn! In my previous life, Regina kept claiming she was a lucky charm. Everyone who took her advice and joined the bet struck it rich. But I was the only one who lost everything. I thought once I paid off my gambling debts, it would be over, but things only got worse.