Novel & Cerita Lucky

Jane felt very lucky to be married to the fated mate, Alex Crawford, the handsome Alpha of the Red moon pack. Whose name is well known not only in the werewolf world but in the business world. Their marriage was smooth and happy. But unexpectedly the relationship full off lie. The alpha have girlfriend and she was pregnant, and then they get married. Jane wants to leave, but another reality that she also pregnant made she didn’t leave, she chose to stay and watching her husband go to his second wife every night. One day, for some reason, Zac Stallone, the alpha of Dark Moon pack came to Red moon pack openly and attacked there. And in that attack, Michelle, Alpa Alex’s second wife, took the opportunity to harm Jane until she miscarried. And the same time alpha Alex broke off their relationship. Now Jane has no more reason to stay, she painfully accepts her husband’s rejection and want to leave the Red moon pack. But when Jane had just stepped out of the house, Alpa Zac suddenly proposed to her right at the exit. What exactly does Alpa Zac mean by that? And will Jane accept it?

My name is Salem Harpen. I'm eighteen years old. And I am the last member of my pack. The day I was born, my pack was secretly attacked, and many of them were killed. My grandmother was lucky enough to escape with me into the depths of the forest. For eighteen years, my grandmother and I have been dwelling secretly in the forest. Old age had soon taken over her, and she was not strong anymore. The day she was taking her last breath She made me make a promise to never leave our secret place. One day, I had to. There was no more prey to hunt, and I was slowly dying of hunger. I had to leave our secret place to survive. Seeing the outside world of the forest for the first time, I was scared. I swiftly searched for enough food to return to my safe place, but unexpectedly, I was captured by a pack of wolves for hunting on their land without any permission. As someone new to the outside world, I was clueless about such a rule. They chained me up and carried me away to be punished by their alpha. I cried. Was I the end of my entire pack?

They said she was lucky to have married him. He had wealth, charm, a name with legacy and other women warming his bed. She was "just" a scholarship girl with a gentle voice and no background. So when Liana Davids divorced and parted from Dominic Smith, the world snickered. "She'll be back in no time," they taunted. "He's irreplaceable." Even Dominic smiled, betting on her return to his board of directors. But Liana never came back. Liana didn't just disappear, when she returned, she came back like a ghost. A masked tech mogul, business guru and a headline queen. The wife they discarded returned as the woman no one could touch. Now, whispers say she's looking for a father figure for her daughter. Powerful men line up, begging for a taste of the empire she built. But Dominic thinks he is not through yet. He corners her, seething: "Your baby is mine, isn't it?" She lifts her head, eyes colder than frost. "That's none of your business. Now step aside, ex-husband before I bury you."

After a century of wandering and sealed away in seclusion, I came home to the Ashveil Order. The one who received me was the youngest apprentice of the current generation. Taking me for a fresh recruit, he put me through a so-called pre-training inspection and helped himself to my travel pack. "You're carrying this many rare reagents and relics? For someone just starting out, that's nothing but a burden. I'll go to the trouble of taking some off your hands." "Why do you have so many elixirs and warding sigils? Did you rob someone? That's dangerous. I'll keep them safe for you, so no one comes hunting you for them." Then he laid a hand on my soul-bound blade and said, "This sword carries far too much killing edge. It clashes with your gift and will tear at your soul if you wield it. Lucky for you, it suits mine perfectly. I'll take care of it for you." I'd had enough. I backhanded him across the face. Did he have any idea that the Ashveil in Ashveil Order came from me—Rowan Ashveil?

I was reborn before I signed up for a scientific expedition tour to the South Pole. My boyfriend’s adopted younger sister used a system to forcefully exchange my physical senses with hers. She deliberately went out to do something good on a day with a temperature of 107.6 °F, like delivering water to the outdoor workers. On the other hand, I got so hot in a 60.8 °F air-conditioned room that I fainted from heat stroke. I begged Wendy Little to stop, but she feigned innocence. “You must make a good excuse if you want to lie like that!” Max Little sounded disdainful. “How selfish! You’re quite lucky to enjoy yourself in air-conditioned rooms every day. You can’t tolerate Wendy doing something kind.” Wendy took her time and basked in the sun for a month outside. People took photos of her and put them on the internet. Countless netizens were moved by her. But I died from heat stroke in an air-conditioned room. Nobody even found my corpse. If that was how it was, I wanted her to enjoy the coolness of -184 °F in the South Pole.

Brianna Lester, with her unusually platinum blonde hair and grayish-blue eyes, is impossible to miss wherever she goes. Her bubbly personality, hyperactivity, innate talent for tripping even while standing still, and her knack for always causing trouble ensure that she immediately catches the attention of the coolest tattoo artist around. Unfortunately, it's not her rather unique appearance that gets noticed, but her clumsiness. The moment she closes the door of the tattoo shop, one of the pictures hanging on the wall-the owner's favorite, and quite valuable-unexpectedly falls down. To make up for the damage, she ends up working at the shop until she can pay off the cost of the picture. It would all be pretty easy if a sexy tattoo artist didn't enjoy teasing her about her bad luck. By now, Brianna has resigned herself to the idea that her life is stuck in the "never a joy" zone, and her birthday is proof of that. Who can be considered lucky if they were born on a day that only comes once every four years? No one. Some people are kissed by fortune at birth, while others are kissed by bad luck. Brianna definitely falls into the latter category.

"Why do I have to be so lucky?" The stranger smirked, moving closer to Eve. Eve bit her bottom lip, breathing hard as she heard his deep and unmistakably sexy voice for the first time. He was not doing anything to her yet, but the mere sound of his voice and his brown eyes slowly traveling down to her body made her burn with desire. Suddenly, she realized she should have done something during those years of being alone because, at this point, she was like a walking volcano at its highest alert level, ready to erupt. "I..." She forgot her name, even her purpose of being there. Maybe that was because she had forgotten herself and put others first, thinking it would mean a happy life. She was a single mother and hoarded problems like they were collections. Her problems grew faster than her children. When the stranger crushed her mouth with his soft lips, she kissed him back. Eve thought of becoming selfish, wishing him to fill that emptiness in her life, even for a while. She was already unhappy. What else could go wrong?

The Sullivan brothers had always treated me like I was their whole world. That changed the day I was diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumor. The pain soon grew unbearable, and I was told I might lose my memories if I opted for surgery. I reached out to the brothers. I did not want to forget them, and I needed their help. However, when the call connected, the only thing I heard was an icy, sharp voice. "Summer, it's Yvonne's birthday today. Can you not ruin it for once?" I blacked out from the pain. When I woke up in the hospital, there was a message from Yvonne on my phone. "Summer, the boys gave me these lucky charms for protection." Attached was a photo of three silver pendants, each engraved with the brothers' initials. I knew those pendants well. I had spent seven hours in the freezing rain just to get them blessed. That was the moment I gave up. I went abroad alone for the surgery, and with it, all my memories of the brothers faded away. I completely forgot about them until one day, three strangers knocked on my door, begging like madmen for my forgiveness.

Lucas and Alex were born differently, but Lucas lived with a secret, more specific and intriguing. Betrayed twice by James, Alex became broken, cold, and depressed. He decided to end it all, but Lucas stepped in with kind words and pulled him out from his darkest edge, and left him with a good luck charm. Alex swore off love and locked his heart away. He became a man with one motive...rejection of love proposals. Any gender that crossed his path was used and dumped. His only desire was to meet his lucky charm guy (Lucas) again. Two years later, they met, and his love bloomed. As the feelings grew, so did Alex’s fear and, with it, his anger. How could he love again when the past still haunted him? Out of jealousy, his love for Lucas suddenly turned to hatred. Why did he hate the one person who made him feel alive again? Can Alex overcome his fear of betrayal, or will he destroy the very love that could heal him completely? What secret did Lucas live with? Could they navigate it and bond again, or would they fall apart? ***MM Romance***

Synopsis: Not all betrayals should lead you nowhere. Max, my fiance, abandoned me on the red carpet, approached my claimed younger sister Fiona, and escorted her to the priest right in front of my eyes. In the end, he married her with the blessing of my parents. It's really hilarious how these people encouraged me to marry him. If that wasn't tragic enough, Fiona then splashed filthy water all over my beautiful wedding gown. I had no royal roots as the daughter of a prostitute, so I didn't argue or fight since I knew it would never end. But they all seem to forget one thing: a diamond was just an ordinary stone until a polisher revealed its worth. Life couldn't have treated me better by giving me the name Diamond, and I knew I wasn't destined for a dead end. I am the diamond, and I am waiting for the lucky one to polish me and reveal my real brightness. Do I need a polisher? Will I find someone to help me get back at those who have betrayed me? Or will I become my own polisher, shaping my own destiny?