Mc Luck Slots Novels & Stories

I didn't ask for the bank card back, nor did I waste another breath. That card required my biometric verification to withdraw a single cent. The thing they had just stolen was nothing but a useless piece of plastic. Before walking out of the ward, I glanced back one last time. Jeremy was tenderly comforting Lilian. The text floating above his head had shifted. "Fortune score: 1%. Countdown to financial ruin: Three hours."

["We use energy to get spins on a lucky wheel which we use as currency, in each world depending on how many missions you finished you get energy which is then turned into a percentage of your mission success rate, and the amount of you percentage is the amount of spin you get on the wheel." "It depends on my luck?" "Yes" "What kind of idiot come up with such a stupid idea?." ["The accountants, they're pretty lazy"] "But doesn't that mean I have to complete over two missions, to get more spins?" ["Yes "] "Why didn't you tell me about this before?" ["I didn't think you needed to know. Everyone gets a high percentage on their first world."] "Please, in the future, tell me everything you should,

He lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and took a drag before saying carelessly, “If anyone can win from my hand, I’ll give her one million, kneel, and call her Ma’am. If I win from your card, you have to take off your clothes and leave the room in that state.” Compared to the money they would get from Luke if they won, taking their clothes off if they lost was nothing. As such, the women in the room were all tempted. They could earn a million dollars just by winning a hand! Macy could not stand Luke’s arrogant attitude, so she gnashed her teeth, took a big step forward, and sat down on the chair to Luke’s right. Then, she sneered, “I’ll wait for you to call me Ma’am!”

“Uhm…that's me.” “Miss Leslie again? Oh wow, your luck is at its peak today," The MC chuckled. The smoldering glares from the rest of the women had me keeping my eyes on the MC and Saint. I feared if I looked to the side, I would be killed by their venomous glares. “Please make your second lucky pick, President." Saint dipped his hand in the second box and pulled out a number card before handing it to the MC to read. "Number eight again!”

Like what the FUCK? That defeated the entire point of being a PACK! I’d been the one who suggested the black money work, so at least they got to pay off student loans and/or education for their kids. Not to mention essential medication. With the help of some of the accountants, I managed to create an offshore account and laundered the money back to another account back here (#ILoveDigitalWorld). And yes, that was money laundering, but like I said, we were desperate and although werewolves rarely get sick, we still have immune diseases, like diabetes and Alzheimer’s. They need money for medication; especially the older, demented werewolves!

The first game went well, Luke had a full house – Three cards of one denomination and two of another- He had two Jacks and three sevens. He beat Mr Slevin's straight set - 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, five cards in sequence of any suit. Luke started to feel confident. "Congratulations Luke, you get to fuck Candy. Now let's see if you can win the money too or if I get to win the money and fuck your beautiful wife."

Chapter 1 Luck is known to be a fickle creature appearing and disappearing at a whim, though there are those so-called fortune's favorites who seem permanently in her favor while others seem just as equally misfortune's favorites cursed with bad luck. But perception is a tricky thing; what may at first appear to be misfortune may in fact be just the luck someone needs and what may appear to be a lucky step may in fact be bad luck in deed. But that is luck, chaos personified.

"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.

Cyril had reserved a special viewing seat just for me. "The odds are one out of six. Ms. Wade, take your time." Cyril rested one arm on the couch, speaking in a slow, unhurried tone. Regina glanced at the dice with obvious disdain, confidence written all over her face. "I waited the entire night just for this? Even if it's pure luck, I still have a one in six chance of getting it right! Mr. Mallet, you're staking all your assets this time. Think carefully before you decide!"