Lucky Charm Novels & Stories

" Madame Gloria smiled, and Rose felt a glimmer of hope. "Your father," Madame Gloria began, "owed a debt to the Maxwells, a powerful wolf pack. They are the wealthiest and most powerful pack in the land, and your father owed them a great deal of money. He tried to pay the debt, but he was unable to And so, the Maxwells demanded that he give them something else in return - you." Rose's eyes widened in shock. "Me?" she asked. "They wanted me? But why?" Madame Gloria sighed. "I am afraid it is because of your special powers," she said. "You are a powerful one, with abilities that are very rare and very valuable. We've known this right from your birth

“Do you like it very much?” Laurence initially wanted to retract his hand but he inexplicably felt pity for her. “Yes.” He smiled. “She said it was a protective charm.” She nodded. “Yes, it is indeed a protective charm.” The band’s leather straps were intricately woven together and it had a little gold bead at the center. She had ordered it from a leather craft store and had it blessed by a sacred shaman, so naturally, it wasn’t cheap; she had spent two months’ worth of salary on it.

As soon as I was within reach, he grabbed me and pulled me down onto his lap, leaving me no other option than to straddle him again. He held the box up between us. I took it from him and slowly opened it, gasping as I saw the contents. It was a charm bracelet, the ones with the round beads. It looked to be made of silver. As I looked through the charms one by one, the bracelet was perfect. There were N and O letter charms, a charm of a lock with a key, a couple different football charms and one of a little boy then a princess crown, a heart, an ice cream cone and the pi symbol. I had told him ice cream was my favorite food over everything. The pi symbol was something I had mentioned as a jok

I said, but this girl didn’t want to believe it. “What kind of special person is he?” I scratched my head in disbelief while smiling plastically. I really didn’t want to believe it, but girl was desperate. “Ahh I don’t really know him yet, I guess, just wanted to give him a gift for helping me.” I replied. Remembering how he helped me a couple of times makes me feel like I should really get him something. “This might suit him,” the sales lady then handed me a silver owl-colored keychain. “This little Owl charm is a symbol of Wisdom, Protection & Transition. It must be important to you to give it to him, right?” I nodded.

"Are you kidding? Don't tell me you're serious?" Nova chuckled at her words, making Arabella to feel bad for a minute. But looking at her expression he immediately shook his head with an explanation, "I'm sorry I don't mean to make fun, it's just I felt your words to be funny, did you say, bad luck? Arabella, you’ve got it all wrong. Honestly, I’d say you’re more like a lucky charm to anyone." "Lucky charm?" Arabella felt thrilled to hear that word, "I never heard anyone calling me like that, you're the first person to say that."

Relaxing on the couch in Raymond's apartment, engrossed in a mobile game, Brandon suddenly felt a tickle in his nose, breaking his concentration. But despite that, he was in a great mood. Ever since he snatched Oliver’s charm yesterday, his bad luck seemed to have vanished. This feeling was much more comfortable. But his good mood only lasted for three days. On the fourth day, his bad luck returned. Worse yet, he discovered that the charm he had kept tucked inside his clothes had turned to ashes. It confirmed his suspicion—Lindsay’s charms were the only thing that could ward off his misfortune. So, he called Oliver again.

In my past life, my memory had worsened after I'd lent Whitney my luck, and misfortune had followed me everywhere. Even though I still had some of my luck, half had gone to Whitney. That left me with only half. Indeed, my luck wasn't unlimited. Once it was gone, it was over. That was what the fortune-teller had told me, looking deadly serious. So I could only rely on hard work. It didn't bother me because I didn't regret lending my luck to Whitney before. She'd deserved it because she'd given me the warmth I desperately needed at that time. From that moment on, though, we would walk our separate paths.

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.

Now that I knew the secret, I made my move. I had my men buy me a huge stack of lottery tickets, and every time I scratched one off, I hit a million-dollar jackpot. After scratching off four or five winning tickets in a row, I finally stopped, satisfied. Then, I posted a quick update on my feed. "A blessing in disguise." It didn't take long for the office group chat to blow up with question marks. Apparently, Yelena had accidentally tumbled down a flight of stairs, which left her bruised and swollen.

"As much as I love chatting with you. I believe that I should be heading home to my sister." She chuckled "Well as a token of my gratitude, please take this." She handed me some sort of charm. "Take it child. It is a token of my appreciation. It's a good luck charm." she said. "Ma'am, you need luck more than I do. I can't take it." I said politely. "Take it." "...no" "Come on child. I know you want to." She bribed. WTH!? "Um, no. I don't want to..."