Lucky Me Novels & Stories

I increased the pressure, causing the knife to cut into Regina's skin and drops of blood to bead. Regina didn't look the least bit flustered. Instead, she met me with an innocent expression. "What are you talking about? I don't understand. What does your bad luck have to do with me? I was born lucky. Of course, I'm luckier than normal people!" I let out a cold laugh, my mind racing. "Let me think. When did you start to get lucky? Oh, right after I had that kidney surgery…"

I knew that the four of us would become the happiest family in the world. —The End

REGINA Lucky was a rather smallish man with thick, stubby hair and a nerdy look. He had eyeglasses on and appeared to be more professional than I would have ever imagined him to be. “Hello.” I greeted. “Good day, Sir Lucky.” “Hello, Regina.” He replied. “Because I believe that’s who you are, right?” “Right!” I replied smartly.

He rested his elbows on the table propping up his chin. "Why me?" "Because you are my beautiful fortune teller," His eyebrows waggling. I chuckled. "Stop being cute, Ed." "I'm serious," He pouted, making him cuter. I narrowed my eyes and met his dark brown eyes. "About me being a fortune-teller?" He shook his head. "About you being beautiful," I cleared my throat and mirrored him. I placed my elbows on the table and propped up my chin, too. "Thank you, Ed."

“What do you know about Child Psychology? Besides, you still have a fierce look in your eyes. It is no wonder that he is afraid of you.” Nathan’s face turned red, and he looked away unhappily. Crystal wiped Clark’s tears away. “Are you ready for your Lucky Money?” “What is Lucky Money?” “If you say ‘Happy New Year’ to me, then I will give you Lucky Money,” Crystal explained. She showed him a small red envelope. “But I don’t want money. I want my Mommy.”

stepping Watch the time run shut up by the rules No cracking feeling All about time Time brought me here Time to end this meeting, I don't hate, I'm not angry, I don't hold grudges Time, thank you Has left a mark I am thankful Aiys was engrossed in writing, after conveying some of Aiys feelings, repeated some materials to strengthen his preparations for tomorrow's war. The scratch paper in front of Aiys was filled with numbers and writing. Aiys is grateful to be able to do 30 questions tonight. Aiys rubbed her eyes, it felt like something had hit her. Aiys need sleep. When Aiys walked to the bed, Aiys looked at her cellphone. It turned out to be fully charged. I don't know why Aiys just want

“But, I do.. “ “No, you don’t!” “I was so not expecting you to respond this way” Shawn said with a sigh. Was he expecting me to play 'Lucky girl' ? I’m so not going to play the lucky girl who won cool Shawn’s heart! “What were you expecting? I should be all mushy and smiley because, I just found out that the fine ass ShawnLama, Son of Angoteh, a multimillionaire, loves me? Like hell NO! Shawn, I won’t jump into your arms and scream I love you back. You don’t just tell me you love me and make me feel lucky to have you. I have had enough heartbreaks for a lifetime to know when you just playing me! You don’t just do this, Shawn. I don’t want to be with you and feel lucky to have you. I want yo

The bright side is that tomorrow is Friday. And then, there's Jennifer—my best friend in the whole wide world. Can't dodge her either. She knows where I live; we share a class; she knows my entire schedule; and she knows me better than anyone else. This is terrible. "Quit thinking about that stuff," Lucky interrupted my thoughts. "Thanks," I said. "No problem," he said. "So is your name really Serena?" He asked. "Nope. Is your name actually Lucky?" I asked. "It's my nickname, but you haven't even gave me that. What's your name, little lady?"

They were given assurance that the child would live if and only if some measures were put in place to curb the curse. Jason was born past midnight on a calm night. There was no moon up in the sky and that was a good sign for the family, yet things could still go wrong if they didn't obey the instructions. George shook his head in pity. *** "Jason! Open up. I want to speak with you for a minute". Hannie coaxed, holding the tray of food in her hands. "I've got your lunch." She said. No answer yet. "Jason honey!", She called out again.

Please, help me. "I am sorry, my dear," Ma mére said, her eyes filled with sadness. "But you must understand that I am only a servant. I have no power here. I can try to help you, but I cannot stop the powerful people who are making these decisions I know it is frustrating, and I know you are scared. But you must not lose hope. We will figure out a way to get you and your brother out of this situation. I just need time." Rose sighed, trying to take comfort in Ma mére's words. But she still felt afraid and uncertain.