Lucky Housekeeper Novels & Stories

” “No, I insist.” I sighed and made my way to her house. Their house was the same as ours, a two story house with three bedrooms upstairs and two downstairs with the kitchen and a hall. “sit sweetie I wont bite” I laughed softly and sat on her sofa. “Honey! come down we have a guest!” she shouted looking at the staircase in front of us. I guess she was calling her son.

She rushed over in a few quick steps and dug her manicured nails hard into my arm. She seethed, "Do you have no shame at all? Timmy is a level-headed and sensible person. How could he possibly get involved with underground betting? You're the one running a lottery shop. You spend your time around gamblers all day long! You must've embezzled money to gamble yourself! "Now that you've lost 100 million dollars, you want to drag our whole family down with you, is that it?" I looked coldly at her hysterical expression.

The vet examined Lucky and said that it was indigestion from eating the wrong things and that it would be okay if he prescribed some medicine to make the stool pass. Emma hugged Lucky's head and stroked his fur. When they got home, it was after 9 p.m. when Jenna fed Lucky and soothed the babies into bed. After showering and lying in bed, Jenna texted Slave to ask how his income was tonight. He replied that the income was not good and no one was ordering him. Jenna got anxious. She did a G****e search on how to please rich women and how to attract female favor! And sends it to him.

But now, Clayton was her Achilles’ heel, her greatest vulnerability. It didn't feel like the bus carrying Caroline had stopped near her home. Caroline stepped off and looked left and right to make sure no one was following her. Her peaceful life of the past five years had suddenly turned into a nightmare within a matter of hours. After confirming she wasn't being followed, Caroline hurried to the home of the owner of the boarding house where she lived. Clayton was there; she had entrusted him to Mrs. Merly because, from the very beginning, Mrs. Merly had offered to take care of him.

the maid replied to me. When I entered the house, I immediately went to my mother-in-law's room. I found her trying to reach for the glass of water on top of the small table near the bed. I quickly helped her reach the glass of water. "What are you doing here in my house?" my mother-in-law asked me coldly. She was sick, so she spoke weakly and slowly. If she weren't sick, I'm sure I would have been deafened by her sermon and she might have pushed me out of her house.

I wrapped my arms around myself. Maybe I wasn’t meant for this world. Maybe Elizabeth had been wrong. Maybe modeling again, standing beside Calvin, daring to hope for something more… had all been a foolish fairytale doomed to end in ash. A soft knock at the door pulled me from my spiral. It was Margot, the housekeeper. She had kind eyes and behaved as if she understood what was going on, she didn't ask questions much but the way she smelled like spices and soap made me remember home.

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.

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.

Or worse, kill him just like they told me about exposing the truth that they have a son with autism and bipolar disorder. I cannot afford for my best friend to get killed because my conscience recklessly told him about Alpha Damien and Lady Divina's secret. On top of that, my wolf is more dedicated to love and mate no one apart from Justine, not someone with brain and personal malfunctions. "Alpha Damien and Lady Divina visited the house earlier and promised to give my parents a second chance. They promised to release them from being locked up by tomorrow morning." I replied it was the least I could tell him at the moment.

Lucky’s flashback continues: Lucky’s POV: I looked up several local small businesses, hoping I could find one that was a little soft on the rules, if you had the right amount of money. I had put together a list of shops that I would visit, I would sight see and look at the escape routes I had mapped out last night. By late after noon I had seen a lot of cool things, and familiarize myself with each escape route. I had visited all the shops on my list, but none of them had what I was looking for. So I decided I would make my way back to the hotel to try and find at least a few more shops that I could go to, before everything closed for the day. As I walked back to my hotel, I came across wh