Romans & histoires Lucky Pervert

Chapter 1 Luck is known to be a fickle creature appearing and disappearing at a whim, though there are those so-called fortune's favorites who seem permanently in her favor while others seem just as equally misfortune's favorites cursed with bad luck. But perception is a tricky thing; what may at first appear to be misfortune may in fact be just the luck someone needs and what may appear to be a lucky step may in fact be bad luck in deed. But that is luck, chaos personified.

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.]

I looked at him dead serious and asked, "are you.. a pervert?" I continued to look at him with disgusted eyes and said, "I didn't expect this from you, I'm very disappointed" Skylar's face's complexion turned red from the humiliation "WHAAAATTTT!!, Anerix stop talking!!!, just stop!!, and what the hell!, why are You calling me a pervert when you were the one who was busy crying out like a little sissy girl in the middle of the night too, I just came here to check up on your dumbass!!! " Skylar cried out then continued,

He paused, then looked at me. "If you want, I can alter its structure. Break the connection. I can even make it backfire on the person who cast it." So that was how it was… No wonder she became some so-called 'lucky streamer.' She was not lucky. She was burning through my luck, stealing my life. "How much?" I asked without hesitation. "I don't charge," he replied, calm and firm. "Stopping things like this is a good enough reason." I froze for a second, then immediately handed him the paper.

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.

She was hoping upon hope that he would recognize her and just talk to her, even her class mates thought she was lucky to just have him around most times, she would always tell them he was there to visit her brother, not her, but they still considered her the lucky one who gets to see a cute guy all the time. Good luck was know as a womanizer, he hardly says No to any girl who was bold enough to approach him, he was full of himself and very proud, but he couldn't deny the fact that he was falling for his friends little sis.

I didn't ask for the bank card back, nor did I waste another breath. That card required my biometric verification to withdraw a single cent. The thing they had just stolen was nothing but a useless piece of plastic. Before walking out of the ward, I glanced back one last time. Jeremy was tenderly comforting Lilian. The text floating above his head had shifted. "Fortune score: 1%. Countdown to financial ruin: Three hours."

I shouldn’t even be here in the first place. Damn that smile! When he smiled, showing me those perfect white teeth in his sensual lips, I hungered to taste it as if it was a treat. “Now, tell me, how do Tara Evans get even?” When he asked me this question, he was taunting me more, provoking me with something he knew I could not do. “I curse men. I don’t let them sleep at night. I haunt them with my special powers!” It was supposed to be a joke.

“I’m just as devastated as you are.” A smile tickles my lips. “Are you?” “Mhm...” “Really? You’re not just pretending?” He grips my hips and lifts himself to grind his enormous erection against my pussy. “You think I would be able to fake this?” he asks, and it feels so good that I can’t fight the moan slipping out through my lips. Freddy smirks. “Who would have guessed the shy girl is secretly a pervert?” I breathe a laugh, but it comes out as a moan. "I'm not a p-pervert," I stammer. “You’re just so hot.”

Raichand Industries. "HAHAHAHA, now what are you going to do with these?....do you think she will agree?. Man you are so lucky just like your name. Just give her to me once you are done with her" a man said with lust as he flipped through the photos on his phone. Lucky sat on his seat, a smirk playing on his face as he smoked his cigar. "She has no choice but to agree" he laughed.