Lucky Vip Novels & Stories

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.

Charlie nodded before he replied, “Alright then. You can leave the gifts here.” The middle-aged man also took out two golden invitation letters from his pocket before handing them over to Charlie in a respectful manner. “These are invitation letters for you to participate in our upcoming auction and I hope you will attend the auction with your father-in-law. I promise that we will not let you down this time. Please give us a chance to make up for our mistake today.” After that, he continued explaining, “I am also giving you a special VIP card for Treasure Pavilion. We have only issued ten of these VIP cards to date and it is valid for life. With this VIP card, you can enjoy special privilege

“I’ll pay with a card. Wrap it up for me.” Ginny did not take the card and instead asked carefully, “Miss, are you a VVIP member of our brand?” “No.” Lyra frowned, a little unhappy. “Does your shop not accept cards?” “All our watches can be bought with a card, but not this series,” Ginny said awkwardly. “For this series, you can only use a card if your purchase is over 60 million. On top of that, it’s only available for customers who have been our VVIPs for more than two years.”

] The poor young man looks at his laptop, and his followers keep on rising so quick! His eyes are about to pop out when he received a VIP message. V-VIP message? He asked himself, and he looks at the prices worth of these crazy things. Upon scrolling and discovering it—Sam nearly spits his coffee when seeing the price of opening a VIP message on this application. It is a whopping ten thousand pesos, and his soul nearly goes out of his body! "This is a damn bullshit-- "his jaws tightened "—no way a person will spend that crazy amount of money just to send a message."

The word BETRAYAL on my band’s tiny screen ticked under my skin like a countdown. Overhead, the holo‑boards shifted yet again. Odds and tags flickered into existence beside each player’s name—percentages I didn’t understand, arrows pointing up or down, little symbols that looked uncomfortably like crosshairs. Beside mine, brighter than most, a new label snapped on: \[VIP TARGET – HIGH ENTERTAINMENT VALUE.\] The audience roared. Odds beside my name jumped, little arrows flipping blood‑red and pointing not at SURVIVE, but at ERASED.

After settling onto the couch, I watched as Ivy browsed the gowns. The sales associate approached me, smiling brightly. "Please follow me to the VIP lounge, Ms. Hurst, and have a look at our collection there. We have quite a few new pieces that just arrived." Ivy's eyes widened at once as she questioned, "Why does she get to go to the VIP lounge?" The sales associate turned toward her and said politely, "Ms. Hurst spends over 400 thousand dollars a year at our store, so she's our valuable VIP customer."

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.

Struggling to speak, he said, "Please..." Before Ethan could finish, Valerius grinned mischievously and silenced him with a hand over his mouth. "Shhh! We're just getting started... I told you, serve me well! Please me, and I will let you return to Aria." Lust, like a fire, consumed Valerius' reason. He grabbed Ethan’s legs, lifting them high and folding them against Ethan's own body, forcing his knees to touch his shoulders. His hips thrust upward, creating an arched curve that exposed Ethan’s entrance fully before Valerius' eyes.

Tonight you're in VIP. "Oh, okay, that's fine," I answered, smiling. Because when I dance in the VIP room, I get paid twice. VIP visitors also tip extra. It has its own mini-stage and pole in the centre. I'll perform a special dance for our VIP visitors in a secluded room with only them inside. While dancing, I undress in front of my customer. VIP visitors are welcome to massage my breast or thigh. They might be alone while watching us dance and strip in front of them.

The waiter explained this, and the other guests said no more. After all, they are not the ones who are being troubled, and those who are troubled have answered correctly, so naturally there is no need to hold on to this. "Finally, I would like to congratulate the two of you for receiving the mysterious gift prepared in the store, which is the super VIP membership card of our store, which is limited to one and unique, and can only be used by the two of them themselves, and cannot be borrowed. With this card, you can order high-end ingredients that need to be reserved for more than one month in advance, as well as 20% off in-store consumption, and accumulate enough points to redeem gifts. Alth