Lucky Titles Novels & Stories

"You’ve already kidnapped me. I can’t escape anyway. But let me make one thing clear. Since you’re all so determined to make her eat my fortune cookie, don’t regret it." Mara and the others exchanged glances, then lit up with excitement. "We won’t regret it!" I nodded and told them to untie me. "Follow the process. First, write your name and birth details on a piece of paper. Then burn it to ashes and wrap it inside." One of the supporters, worried I might try something, quickly asked, "Mara, what do you want on the paper?" She thought for a moment. "Something for delicate features and big eyes. Write that into the fortune. She has to be beautiful. And add a perfect test score. Write it in s

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.

"Honey, I bought this for you. Here. If I gamble, I'll definitely have good luck, won't I?" I smiled as I took it. "Of course. You'll have all the luck in the world." Then I added, sweetly, "And Honey, you want your parents to be healthy and live long, full lives, don't you?" Clutching the locket and bangle, lost in fantasies of wealth, he replied carelessly, "Of course." That night, I bought him a ticket to a casino notorious for its shady dealings. Through the barrage, I watched it all unfold in real time.

Something confidential. "We'll get to the chase, omega," Alpha Damien uttered before he dropped a small black pouch on the table across from me. Whatever was inside that pouch produced a thudding sound. "I want you to mate someone on your 18th birthday." "Consider that small pouch our first payment for allowing us to get into your parents' house ." Lady Divina added. "They're gold coins if you're wondering. We heard that your family has debts and bills to pay. Your parents were caught doing something punishable by death. We can pay you a certain amount of gold coins every month and spare your parents' lives, but of course, you have to do what we ask in return with confidentiality."

Suddenly, it all clicked. Scratching my lottery tickets myself meant that I could siphon Yelena's luck back from her!

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."

For me, it was a small stuffed elephant Ryan had won for me at a fair when I was four. It was ratty, but clean, and the same good luck charm I’d had with me throughout every single phase of life, from the day he proudly presented it to me at that fair. He was eight at the time, missing a few teeth, and when he handed it over, his chest was swollen with pride for having won it. “Okay, everyone.” Craig’s voice boomed from the front of the massive office—bullpen, I corrected myself mentally. “Insert your name as a username, and a computer-generated password will pop up. You’ll need to change that password to one you’ve chosen yourself before you continue.”

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.

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 asked, getting right to business. “Yes, Sydney, and a friend of mine assured me that you would have something good for me,” Lucky, the man Brent had paid, said. “Of course, I can,” Sydney said. “Although, I have to tell you that it might not be right here in the city,” he added. Lucky sighed sadly. “I was hoping that you could get something for me, quite like the one you got for your client downtown,” Lucky lamented, and then he went on the give the address of the penthouse.