Lucky You Book Novels & Stories

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Alice was already unlucky ever since she was born; her presence brought unfortunate events to her people. Was this her fault? Was this because she did not have her lucky charm with her? Before going downstairs, Alice opened her jewelry box. She grabbed the necklace that sat alone inside. It had three pendants: a silver star, a golden horseshoe, and a small letter ‘L’ for luck. It had been a long time since she wore a piece of jewelry, but today, she needed its comfort. She needed its protection from bad luck. “I know you do not like bodyguards, but you need to have one right now,” Meredith initiated when she arrived at the dining area.

Zia's eyes sparked as she wanted to run towards the gate. "Oh no, you dont!" Felicity grabbed her arm. "You promise to help me and Jackson with the Heart Quenching Pill he is working on! Your flames are needed! We need your help!" *Teleport!* The vanished light reappeared.

"Why don't you ask him yourself... " Bruce mumbled shrugging his shoulders off, he felt there wasn't any reason to explain to his dumb head brother. He felt too lazy and tired to explain, "tell me Fred what did you do? I didn't think you would participate in such a don't plan." Bowie muttered knowing how honest and righteous Fred was in his job as a doctor. "He promised to give me the Island on the pacific ocean so I did as told, you know the number of riches there right?" Fred asked Bowie taking a seat beside him on the couch, he pulled his glasses away from his eyes.

I find myself sitting upright , listening intently to what was beginning to unfold. “ As I cried , I felt this magnificent power shoot through me. It was scary as I saw a flower shooting up from the pot plant of soil that laid barren on our balcony for so many days. I remember rushing to your father , waking him from his sleep to tell him what happened. As days went by , your father and I stayed busy at the library , finding any information that could explain what had been happening. Eventually , we stumbled on to the truth – I am a witch Rosemary , my parents must have been a witch and wizard.” I listen to her , flabbergasted. Witches are said to be evil and vile creatures , but here she is

Watching. The cage might gleam gold — but the wolves circled close. The laughter from her quip still echoed when Valentina reached for the tray. The envelope was crisp, heavy, the kind of paper that whispered money and power. Her crimson nails slid beneath the flap. Inside, a single card. No greeting. No signature. Just four words in a hand she didn’t know but already feared: “Blood remembers its own.” Her breath caught. For a moment, the golden hall blurred. The laughter, the music, the crystal — it all thinned into smoke. She felt his eye again, watching, pressing, claiming.

She thought about the husband who had unhesitatingly taken the fall and was handcuffed for her, the man who had once looked at her like she was his entire world and given her all his devotion and loyalty. If… If only she hadn't done what she did, the woman standing under the sky full of fireworks now, wearing a ten-carat diamond ring, and enjoying the envy of the world and endless devotion would have been her! Two lines of turbid, bloody tears rolled down from her ulcerated eyes. Her heart rate monitor emitted a piercing, long sound as the squiggly line representing life flatlined into a straight line. … Meanwhile, under the dazzling lights, golden confetti and flower petals drifted down fro

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

I increased the pressure, causing the knife to cut into Regina's skin and drops of blood to bead. Regina didn't look the least bit flustered. Instead, she met me with an innocent expression. "What are you talking about? I don't understand. What does your bad luck have to do with me? I was born lucky. Of course, I'm luckier than normal people!" I let out a cold laugh, my mind racing. "Let me think. When did you start to get lucky? Oh, right after I had that kidney surgery…"

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.