Lucky Novels & Stories

Lucky me. **TO BE CONTINUED...** ---

His eyes were open wide as he was trying to muffle his scream of joy. "Benjamin Brian. It’s been 6 years tonight. Of us being together. I love you. I have loved you since the day you enter the university. With time I only fell more for you. The way you accepted me. The way you came into my life and lit it up. Just like your name. You are the Beam of my life.

I stepped closer, my voice quiet and cruel. “And now that you want it, I’m supposed to say yes immediately?” He tried to explain, but I lifted my hand. “Forget it.” I met his eyes. “Since you love your game so much, let’s play one more.” “…Game?” “Yes.” “Bring twelve slips of paper. Write your name on one. Leave the rest blank.” I held his gaze, unblinking. “If I draw your name first, I’ll marry you on the spot.” “But if it’s the twelfth...”

“But you got into my car asking for help. And now you’re married to me. So, dear wife, you’re going to have to deal with how I do things.” Karen wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m alive by sheer luck,” she mumbled, more to herself. “Luck.” Sebastian stopped with the glass halfway to his lips. His eyes narrowed, then drifted down to his own left wrist, where the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt revealed the tattoo: 385900. “Fate,” he corrected, his voice strangely low. Karen looked at him, confused by the change in tone. But before she could ask, the words came out uncontrollably.

"Honey, I bought this for you. Here. If I gamble, I'll definitely have good luck, won't I?" I smiled as I took it. "Of course. You'll have all the luck in the world." Then I added, sweetly, "And Honey, you want your parents to be healthy and live long, full lives, don't you?" Clutching the locket and bangle, lost in fantasies of wealth, he replied carelessly, "Of course." That night, I bought him a ticket to a casino notorious for its shady dealings. Through the barrage, I watched it all unfold in real time.

Aria thought she had the perfect marriage. For three years, she’s been the devoted wife of Justin D’Cruz; her best friend, her first love, and a member of the powerful D’Cruz billionaire family. But her fairytale shatters when she discovers the truth: Justin has a mistress. Worse, he’s plotting to divorce her… and he never planned to give her the one thing she always wanted—a child. Shattered and betrayed, Aria’s world collapses. Until the most unexpected person steps in; Justin’s elder brother, Aaron. He’s everything Justin isn’t—protective, steady, and willing to fight for her. He offers her a shocking solution: divorce Justin and marry him instead. Aria is forced to make an impossible

LUCA I've never felt so good in my life, the fulfillment I felt after having sex with Laura my maid can't be compared to anything else in the world and I couldn't wrap my head around why I felt that way. It was only a game and I have to get my money from my friends for winning. It's not like the money was my problem, I just wanted them to know I always have things under control and women won't hurt me ever again. They'll surely ask for evidence and that they will get.

Just a business man with a soul that was probably just cigarettes and nightly stock reports. “Iris?” My head moved up from my book, “I’m going to pass out soon,” I knew why, “That’s fine,” I replied, “How long until we get to-” “We’re going to the Maldives. We’ll be landing in Sri-” A yawn rang out, “Lanka and then directly to some private island.” I felt my chest rise, “Wake me up when we get…” He trailed off his head lulling as he slumped further in his seat.

Perhaps. Was it worth it? Yes. With a chuckle, I stood slowly, and the room quieted without command. Even the TV seemed to hush. From my jacket pocket, I pulled a leather-bound book, aged in the way you can’t fake, with corners worn and scent of cedar. I handed it to her without flourish. “What is this?” she asked, eyes scanning me, soft but curious. “Open it.” She flipped the cover. On the first page, hand-written in gold ink, were the words: Three Wishes.

"Three years ago, standing at the altar under the admiring gaze of hundreds, Gabriel declared that he would love only Catherine, unwaveringly, for the rest of his life. Three years later, after receiving a diagnosis of infertility, he heartlessly threw divorce papers in her face and cast her out onto the streets with nothing. Three years ago, Catherine, in her kindness, saved a girl who was about to be sold into a brothel, taking her in as a beloved younger sister. Three years later, watching the very girl she once saved walk down the aisle on her ex-husband's arm, standing in the same place she once stood, reciting the vows she once made, Catherine could only muster a bitter smile. She