Lucky Me Novels & Stories

"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

Suddenly, it all clicked. Scratching my lottery tickets myself meant that I could siphon Yelena's luck back from her!

"I want to thank her. She waited for me for many years, and fortunately, I didn't stay blind forever." As we held hands, we walked toward the light. The sunlight broke through the clouds. Some hurts could never be forgiven. Even so, I was lucky enough to finally find my light.

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.

He told me that Kimmy had taken the story online. Kimmy had been cultivating her “office lucky charm” persona online for years and had built a modest following of people who envied her seemingly effortless, well-paid lifestyle. Just then, she posted a new video. She went into detail about how she had uncovered a major management failure and supposedly saved the company from a massive loss. The comment section flooded instantly. [Oh my god! She’s lucky and competent? The office lucky charm is actually real!] [That floor manager got exactly what she deserved. Who tries to take on the office mascot? Enjoy the investigation, loser.]

EMBER “Happy birthday to you,” Gracie said, raising her glass of champagne toward me. “I hope all your dreams come true this year.” “Thank you.” I smiled, clinking my glass against hers. We had completed our trek to New York and moved into our loft that week. It was all finally starting to feel real, and it was thrilling.

“This is unbelievable.” “With me, anything can happen.” “I’m so lucky to have you.” “No, I’m lucky to have you.” No matter what he said, I knew I was the lucky one. I had hit the jackpot.

I watched the scenery pass by, feeling completely at peace. After being given a second chance at life, I had not only gotten my revenge but also reclaimed my true self. I was no longer the fool who bent herself out of shape for love. If anything, I was the master of my own destiny. Just then, I noticed a little girl on the side of the road, jumping excitedly with a scratch card. "Mom! I won! I won ten dollars!" I smiled faintly and looked away. Luck could be a spice in life, but if one relied on it to survive rather than on one's own strength and wisdom, one was inviting disaster.

Lucky's voice rang, carrying a hint of panic, "Mommy, he's lying to you! He's the one who killed you in our past life! If you weren't my actual mother, why would I help you so much? "The benefits I brought you were real!" Lucky was right. Within the three months he'd been guiding me, he'd managed to flip our family's assets tenfold. Sensing my hesitation, Lucky continued, "Mommy, you'll know who's truly good to you at the auction in three days!" Lucky sounded utterly confident, but Sunny shouted, "You can't go! You'll fall at the auction, leading to your miscarriage, and you'll bleed to death!"