Lucky Romance Novels & Stories

Seven years with Luke Bates, and he still can't remember that I have a seafood allergy. Yet he treats that faded lucky charm locket in his car like a sacred treasure. Inside lies a note that says, "May God bless that specific someone with top marks. If it works, I'll go vegan for three months." Luke calls it a prank by his high school buddy and tells me not to get jealous over nothing right before we register our marriage. I believe him, happily pouring my heart into planning our wedding. Then comes today. I accompany him back to his hometown for a banquet, only for a woman in a floral dress to burst through the door with tears pooling in her eyes. The elders pulled her over, their fac

"I've admired you since I moved in across the road from you and also the longer we tend to spent along the more I spotted that I actually did not like you, that it wasn't simply a crush and it wasn't high school love. And yeah, I told you I love you because I actually do love you." Lou looked up at me. I could not tell what was occurring in her eyes; numerous emotions were whirling along in her eyes. LOU This had to be the more severe night of my life. I came to the place I knew Andrè would be, on my very own discretion. I came knowing that I might most likely run into him, however I came anyway. I came to get far from Andrè Stone, and nonetheless here I stood with him before me, explaining

The young lady flushes beet red as she retorts cheekily, a bit relaxed this time, "Aren't you lucky, Sir? You just called over a masseuse at one glance!" "Oh, wow, I guess you can call me Lucky," Lucien chuckles, flashing his cute white teeth. "You have such a good sense of humor, Sir, I hope I don't end up falling for an enemy," she blushes as she teases him sheepishly. Lucien rolls his eyes at her. "Come on. Show me what you've got. If you please me enough, I'll reward you handsomely!" "Really?" The eyes of the young lady sparkle. "You will really do that or are you just pulling my legs?"

I really hope I won't be among the unlucky ones, as I really need a mate. Lady Eleanor raises a hand to silence the growing murmurs. “Furthermore, those who will have been rejected by their chosen mate and will have not found another to mate by the day’s end will also be eliminated." She adds quickly before any complain murmurs can arise. "And for those fortunate enough to be mated and accepted by their mates, goddess Isolde grants you a final blessing, a chance to journey to the Island of Luck, where you may seek her favor and win her three wishes." Then with a graceful nod, she concludes, “That is all. Now, please form a line to receive your white stones.”

For a few seconds, I allowed myself to feel sorry for myself. Then my phone rang. Unknown number. I almost ignored it. Something stopped me. Maybe instinct, or maybe desperation. Either way, I answered. "Hello?" Silence. Then a deep voice spoke. "Is this Lucy George?" My grip tightened on the phone. "Yes." "Good afternoon." The voice was calm. Professional and unfamiliar. "My name is Liam Brooks." I frowned. "I don't think we know each other." "No, Ms. George. We don't." Something about his tone made me sit up straighter. "I'm calling regarding a business opportunity." The exact phrase from the mysterious text message the night before.

The girl said and Xander chuckled. " Fuck love, fuck boyfriend. I am not in a relationship, do you really think I have a boyfriend. That's never going to happen, with that said can we start." Xander said. " Yes sure." The girl said happily and she start striping. << Lilith class>> Lilith gaze was still on her book when she felt someone walking towards her and she raised her head to see a finely structured body made girl with a pretty face. "Hi." The girl waved.

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

As the newlyweds exchanged their vows, the atmosphere was filled with happiness, tears of joy, and the promise of a bright, loving future together. As Kimberly gazed at the joyful scene before her, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of happiness and gratitude. Watching Lorraine, Henry, and Nathan laugh together, she felt her heart swell with love and appreciation for the incredible journey that had brought her to this moment. Her mind began to wander, recalling the difficult times she had faced before meeting Nathan. She remembered the struggles of working at the pub, a decision she had made to support her ailing mother. Despite the challenges, she had bravely persevered, determined to

"Bring it on, vampire. I'm ready for anything." With a playful gleam in his eyes, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips once again, this time with a mix of tenderness and mischief. Our laughter dissolved into a passionate embrace. At that moment, surrounded by the aroma of breakfast cooking and the warmth of our connection, I realized that our love was not just about the serious moments or the battles we faced. It was also about finding joy and laughter in the simplest of moments, cherishing the lightheartedness that kept our spirits alive.