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Ezekiel: Can I use just a sachet of the hot sauce if you don’t mind? I hit send and immediately regretted it. My leg bounced nervously as I waited. No reply. I bit my bottom lip, staring at the screen. She’s probably going to decline. Or give some excuse. Or think I’m weird for asking. I closed the app quickly, heart beating faster than it should. A minute passed. Then two. Then my phone chimed. I let out a soft sigh and opened the message. Nyla: Sure, you can take as much as you want.

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.

Bryce crashing over our table is not something that Isequel was expecting. “I'm Bryce Tryst. I'm the owner of the club.” Bryce extends his hand out to Lucas to give him a handshake. And my good boy here beside me accepts the handshake with his other hand. “Lucas Zayd Foster. I'm currently working with your best friend, Isequel.” Lucas shows a simple smile to Bryce who is trying so hard not to lay his eyes on me. His focus must be very well controlled right now, but I know damn well that he wouldn't be able to ignore me.

He got lucky. ×

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

"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.

Jade bit her lip and muttered, "She's been born for a year now, but she hasn't brought us much luck. Maybe it's all a lie? The other day, she bit me while I was looking after her. She doesn't look like a lucky star at all. In fact, she..." My oldest brother, James, scoffed, "She's just a little demon! Mindy has been nothing but trouble since she was born. Even Jade is getting ignored and bullied. All this about her being a lucky star is just a scam. She's nothing but bad luck!" My mom, Amanda, frowned. She looked at me for a long time before saying, "Forget it. She's just turning one. What do you expect her to know? That being said, our company successfully became public as soon as she was b

I winked back at him. Then I found Sylvia. - "We will not make as much money as usual." she said. "But tonight is different, and many of our regular customers seem to be enjoying themselves." Most of the Pirate Lords had lost the money we'd staked them, except for Jerian the Older, who had won 300 from us, and then stopped. And Rymogo, who was up 1200, and having a whale of a time. I saw Cremyne and Syrava. One ignored me, the other scowled.

Sebastian called the lawyer for an urgent meeting at his home. He couldn’t wait until the next day; he was too excited, almost vibrating with the adrenaline of his discovery. Richard entered the office, adjusting his glasses. “You sounded anxious on the phone.” Sebastian smiled slowly, like a predator who had finally caught the scent of victory. He filled two glasses with a whiskey he rarely took off the shelf and handed one of them to his lawyer and accomplice. “Luck smiled on me,” he confessed quietly, trembling that someone might hear the secret.