Lucky Novels Novels & Stories

The case swung slightly ajar. Kael looked at the clasp on the floor. Then, at the open case, he saw a book. He picked up the book titled The Luck Bearers Vol. III, carefully opened it to the first page, and read the first line. The Luck Bearers are not mages. They are not warriors. They are not chosen by gods or blessed by divine hands. They are anomalies. Errors in the system. People around whom the laws of probability stop behaving, bending, warping, and rearranging in ways no one can predict, measure, or pull back under control.

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.

He gave her nothing more than a chilly glance, then closed his hand around mine and pulled me away. Back then, I thought that was devotion. Thought he was choosing me with unwavering resolve. All those soft “My principessa” had felt like love. But now it’s painfully clear: If he married Sera, he’d lose me. If he married me, he might lose his title. So he chose to marry neither— and disguised it as “God’s choice” through that draw, so he wouldn’t have to lose anything at all. Christmas had always been my personal day of suffering,

Las Vegas was the city of illusion. A bright mirage in the desert, built to make people believe they were lucky. Few actually won at the casinos; many left behind not only their money, but their dignity, their hope... and sometimes their lives. Sebastian was in his office, surrounded by marble, glass, and numbers. The afternoon was not over for him yet; he analyzed the previous night’s winnings with the precision of someone studying a war. For Sebastian, the numbers were battles won.

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.

Shandall's smile grew wider with what Buddy has said. “I will truly appreciate it, Mr. Buddy. My pen name is LuckyOne. You can find some of my novels, online, you can just g****e my pen name.” Ms. Shandall said happily. “I will take note of that Ms. Shandall. Good luck with your new book.” Buddy even bowed as he beams towards Ms. Shandall.

Alpha Makahi confronted the woman who broke into his pack and pack house. “Do you mind telling me who you are and how the hell you breeched my pack lands and pack house.” Makahi asked, towering over the little woman standing before him. “My name is Fayola but my close friends call me Lucky.” The woman said, waving at Lahni who scowled back at her. Lucky’s smile fell as she looked at Mina. “Uh is she still mad?” Lucky whispered as she grimaced. Mina nodded her head quickly, not looking in Lahni’s direction. “Would you care to tell me how the hell you breeched my boards and got into my pack house?” Makahi interrupted. Lucky’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh man I’m glad you asked because if m

Everyone who has heard the announcement clapped their hands with envy. "I'm sorry, Mr. Professor. But I didn't remember joining any contest or raffles to win these tickets." Ellen returned the tickets to their professor. Before their professor explained everything, Ellen tried to guess where the tickets came from. However, the only thing she could think of was her best of luck. All the best news that happened in her life was simply because she believe in her luck. Nothing more, nothing less that could explain it. Their professor then explained to her how she got the free tickets. She explained that the tickets come from Vladimir which was supposed to be his gift for her and Rodney. But becau

“ So listen to me carefully and follow every word that I say to him. Earth gave a nod and just waited for him to give the instructions. When Lark finished, his eyes became so round and he looked like his blood all came to his cheeks as he blushed upon learning the ways. “Are you for real?” he asked to confirm “You don’t believe me? Then forget it, this will only give him a bad impression of you for living him out there alone. Can you believe a friend you are close to would ever leave you for who knows how long? And do you think that just the two of us would be enough to look for the book you are looking for? Every day this room arranges its book on its own and I learned that the pieces of in

Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "