Lucky Number Today Novels & Stories

With that, she said nothing more. "This is so weird. She insisted that the prize is for you and said she's bringing it over personally," Alice said, sipping her coffee. "And can you guess why?" Macie frowned slightly and shook her head. Stores like that usually offer promotions only to members who've spent above a certain amount. "She said that today was their 'Lucky Day' event," Alice said amusedly. "They supposedly pick random customers who were caught on their surveillance tapes. Anyone who enters the store, whether they make a purchase or not, is automatically entered in the lucky draw."

Olivia Summers I can't believe it... I think of you when I'm going to bed, when I wake up, think of you again... Dylan... I woke up early again today to check my love horoscope, I immediately grabbed my phone and checked it. It stated there that my lucky color to attract love closer is orange, and that I am soon to meet my rival in love... it's going to be tough... but when the times get rough, There is no giving up.

But that is luck, chaos personified. Take the example of one George Wickham. The night before luck had been with him at cards, and he had celebrated quite liberally. So liberally, in fact, that he woke with his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and a pounding headache made worse by the sunlight streaming into his room. It took him some time to get the nerve to sit up, and even then he had a struggle to pour out a cup of water from the pitcher at his bedside to try to remove at least the dry and fuzzy feeling. What time was it? It seemed awfully bright in his room. Lord, he hoped he had not missed the post coach. Surely, Denny would get him if it was getting late. He could not resent his

‘However, if Harriet can remember which one is the answer, then she can win this,’ Cassius concluded. “What did you choose before?” he interrogated. “Hmmm, 26,” Harriet answered. “I chose 26 because it is the birth date that Grandpa Sorren gave to me.” It’s true. May 26 is the birth date that Sorren gave and the day they will celebrate next week. “I chose 26 thinking that it is my lucky charm. But I lost,” she informed. “Then, what is the winning number?” Harriet asked Cassius to come closer.

I finished my breakfast in silence. Just then, I heard Lily saying, "Ms. Lyons, I saw that the lottery draws today. Don't forget to check your ticket!" It suddenly hit me that today was the day the lottery results were announced. Which meant in one week, Lily would jump into the river and take her own life. In other words, I only had seven days to figure this out. I walked to the living room and grabbed the lottery ticket. Then, I entered the numbers into my phone.

I chuckle as I move to a table and sit down, and the plate is placed in front of me with the mug. “Eat it all.” Lucky says before he kisses my head and I do as I’m told. I look at Rebel and miss Bertha and they are looking at me with concern in their eyes. I don’t know why, because I feel ok. Not like how I have felt when I have had previous crashes. So I shrug it off. But something is off. “Ok, what’s going on?” I ask loud enough for the room to quiet down and look at me. “The auction day has changed. It is happening tonight. So we need to get moving in a few hours.” Lucky says and I nod my head before chewing the inside of my cheek.

“That’s family, I guess. Telling them to go fuck themselves never ends well. Ah, shit.” “What?” I asked as Ryan’s face fell toward the end of his sentence. He ran a hand through his black hair and cursed again. Sighing, he shook his head and swigged his whiskey. “It’s Ember’s birthday today. I haven’t called her yet. I just remembered it was her birthday, actually.”

So I text him and immediately get an answer. Me: Hey Blake, do u know what's today? Blake: Hey, no what? Me: It's your lucky day. Blake: Why? Me: You will get my number Blake: Are u sure? I can wait or we can just text. I do not want to discuss it with him so I just send him my number and I get a call within a minute. "Hey, it's me, Blake." "Yeah, I figure that out when it was me, who give u the number so I couldn't call u."

Immediately, a new message appeared on the phone screen. [Ting ting- your request was fulfilled, thank you for using the five-star lucky bag service. Hope to see you soon! Good luck and bye!].

Just ten digits. Her heart began beating faster. “Okay,” she muttered under her breath, forcing herself upright. “Let’s see who you really are.” She opened her laptop and typed the number into a search engine. Nothing. No results. No business listing. No social media. No records at all. Her brows furrowed. “That’s impossible.” Everyone had something online. Everyone left traces. She tried another website—one of those reverse phone lookup services that usually dug up embarrassing details about people’s addresses and relatives.