Lucky You Novel Novels & Stories

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.

"I already told you that I am not a kid anymore. Why were the two of you so hard-headed, huh?" Felicidad quickly moves out of her seat and runs towards the man behind me. "Come on, honey, we already told you that your parents are already old to keep an eye on you..." As she started explaining, I slightly adjusted my body and turned my head around. There, right behind me landed right in front of my eyes this young and good-looking guy. My heightened senses perceived his eyes were blazing in a rage but, at some point, I find his charm somehow compelling. If I am not mistaken, Christopher Silvia could have stood taller similar to Justine.

Lily's POV: The buzz of my alarm jolted me awake, but I didn’t need it. My eyes were already open, staring blankly at the ceiling. Sleeping has become impossible since yesterday. How could I possibly rest when the strange man’s words kept playing on a loop in my head? After our bizarre conversation in the hospital lobby, I tried to return to the restaurant, but Jasmine insisted I go home to gather my thoughts and rest. "You look like a ghost." She said, shooing me off with her apron in hand.

"YOU'RE LUCKY to have been able to survive that fall young lady" the first time I heard those words from the doctor was the first time that I actually started believing that life was in no way fair. Nobody wanted me, my parents sure as hell didn't and now even death didn't. I was truly unwanted. Infact I was still wondering how I managed to survive the fall from my room window. Though I had a lot of broken bones and almost all my ribs were broken, I was still sadly very much alive. Was this some kind of sick joke or what?!

He looked after both Leena and me with tenderness and self-restraint. Anyone could tell that he was doing his best to make it up for us in his own way. One night after work, Casen walked Lenna and me home. As I reached my apartment, he voiced his thoughts for once, his tone raspy and sincere. “Bonnie, Leena is mine, right?” I didn’t give him a response. He stood there, motionless, while emotions ran through his eyes. He was filled with shock, joy, and deep remorse. Days passed, and things couldn’t be better in my career. Life was as sweet and peaceful as it could be.

Doing anything, everything. By sunrise, I had sent fourteen proposals, not one reply. Story of my life. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. Seven-thirty. Wonderful. Another day. Another opportunity for disappointment. The design studio was unusually quiet that morning. Rain tapped softly against the windows. The gray sky matched my mood pertectly. I was halfway through reviewing floor plans when my phone buzzed. It was Chloe. I answered immediately. "If you're calling to tell me I've won the lottery, I love you."

That night, I felt like I was a bird suddenly freed from its cage, flying freely in the sky. When I woke up the next day, I discovered that I was inside a car next to the handsome bartender I spent time with last night. Both of us are naked, and only a piece of a small tower covers our bodies. Now that my mind is clear, it's a miracle that I don't feel any regret in my heart for what I did; instead, I'm happy that I gave my purity to him even though I don't know him. And it's kind of weird, but I don't regret it.

I'm a good luck charm to my wife by nature. After marrying me, Heather Seymour, who's crippled because of a car crash, miraculously stands up on her own and gets to ditch the wheelchair. On top of that, her business is booming as well. In less than half a year, she successfully establishes her own company. After Heather's company goes public, she tells me with a smile that she wants to give me a huge gift at the celebration party. I'm filled with anticipation, thinking that Heather finally wants to fulfill her promise of having a child with me. But instead, Heather is seen lacing fingers with her subordinate, Lucas Mallard, at the celebration party. Not only does she announce her relations

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.]

And in a way that extends beyond her just being happy to see me. My eyes then fall on the glinting diamond sitting on her ring finger. My jaw immediately dropped. "OMG what is that on your finger?! Are you engaged?!" I squeal way too loudly. But I do not care. This is a huge step for me. "Who is the lucky guy!?" "You know him." "Oh really now?" Chelsea teased as she held the little boy's hands. "Um-Sebastian. Her mouth went wide. "What?!" "How?" Christie's smile becomes even wider. "Well, the man is a big bear. And yes! We’ve set the date for January next year!"