Lucky Novels Novels & Stories

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Nana Spending nights thinking about a masseur you met just once was a bad habit. But when have I ever said I had a good habit? I had always dreamt of being touched every day by different men. I didn't like being touched twice by the same man, variety was the only thing that kept me interested— so I tended to book different masseurs every single time I went for a massage. But Conan's hands felt so good, they were an addiction I didn't want to break. For the first time, I wanted only one pair of hands on me.

I’m the reincarnation of a lucky charm. As long as I’m happy, my whole family prospers. To keep me smiling, my billionaire grandfather built me a palatial bedroom and hired a whole team of housekeepers and nannies just to keep me company. Then, on the day the long-lost real heiress was finally brought home, everything changed. Holding a livestream rig, she stormed straight into my room and sneered at the camera, “Everyone, this is the fake daughter who stole my place and lived my life of luxury for eighteen years! “She knew I was coming back and still tried to fool everyone with this ridiculous nonsense about being some kind of lucky-star reincarnation? Fine. Today I’m exposing her for who s

Just as the door to the kitchen opens and in walks Lucky. “Is that harlot gone?” Bertha asks him with a growl to her tone. I know Bertha and Sin grabbed Nova out of the room to escort her out. But still, I know who Lucky is. He is a biker and I know his history with Nova only because she has delighted in telling all of the girls and the staff of Lust. Telling us all that Lucky is off limits because he is hers and she will be his old lady. I was stupid to think he actually liked me. He was probably only flirting to piss her off and boy, did it piss her off. But clearly things were ok with them for her to be naked on his bed while I was in the shower while she bought herself to orgasm on his b

These records held the history of the pack—wars fought, blood spilled, betrayals buried. And somewhere within them was the truth about that night. She ran her fingers over the spines of the books, searching. The elders had always been careful about what they revealed, but secrets had a way of leaving traces. A sound behind her made her stiffen. “You always did prefer digging into things better left alone.” Selene didn’t turn. “And you always did prefer sneaking up on people, Liam.” His chuckle was soft as he stepped closer. “Old habits.” She pulled a book from the shelf, flipping through the pages. “What do you want?”

Sure enough, a colleague's phone chimed, and their face lit up with joy. "The lottery ticket Yelena told me to buy hit a hundred-thousand-dollar prize! I'm going to be her devotee for life!" Everyone rushed to congratulate him. Even Nate ignored me and turned to look at Yelena adoringly. "You really are a lucky star, Yelena. Whoever gets to marry you will be the luckiest man alive." Yelena glanced at him shyly, but when she looked back at me, her eyes were filled with innocent malice.

The secrets she had kept hidden, the lies she had spun, all came crashing down around us like a house of cards. It started with a whispered confession, as Sarah, tears streaming down her face, revealed the extent of her involvement with the clandestine organization known as the Syndicate. She had been coerced into joining their ranks, manipulated by promises of power and protection. But as her loyalty wavered, she realized the true nature of their agenda—a world built on corruption, greed, and the sacrifice of innocent lives.

"The explosion just now was her abdomen bursting open. And you added so many wishes on the paper. At this rate, it won’t stop until there are hundreds of ghost infants. "The resentment of these ghost infants is overwhelming. And because you’ve already committed murder, many of them have crawled into the bodies of other women who ate my fortune cookies. When the time comes, every single one of them will give birth to ghost infants." The moment I finished speaking, everyone sucked in a sharp breath. "That… that makes sense. No wonder people say Rainie’s fortune cookies are even more powerful than any fertility goddess. Even men can get pregnant, and even someone lying in a coffin could conceiv

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.

After that encounter, I tried desperately to avoid him. Lucky for me, he hadn’t summoned me again right away. I sat alone, trying to plan my way out of this predicament. I already had my future mapped out. Work until I was twenty-five. Find a matchmaker. Marry a human man. Have children. Live a quiet, safe life. King Baldwin was not part of that plan. I had never accounted for an obsessive king who seemed determined to pull me into his bed.