Misfortune Novel Novels & Stories

As soon as he arrived at the traffic light across the building of Lux Corp, he couldn’t hold the smile in his chest any longer and spread his lips into a huge satisfying grin. He would do anything for her. Anything. The fortune belongs to them, and the world was theirs to take… as Mr. and Mrs. Lux. So Luke was devastated when he got the news that the fortune had gone to The Devil, Ralph Virtus. All of his plans had gone down the drain. He felt worse than the beggar in the streets. Poverty. He hated it. As much as he hates his own name. Paufertee—it rhymed with ‘poverty’. The name was a cruel joke, a curse on a bright and innocent youth to live a poor man’s life for eternity.

I wave goodbye to them as I rush out the door. Sighing with defeat, I pick up the pace, knowing that I will have to run the entirety of the way there to make it on time. I couldn't afford to be even a second late. The Macafee family had already disgraced the Ramono family once. We couldn't afford to have another incident happen. When I reach the packhouse, my entire body is covered with sweat and panting hard. I have to hold myself up with my palms against my knees as I try to catch my breath.

| The Encounter | TIME PASSED by without you even knowing it. The more you ignore the time, the faster it ticks. First day in College gone better as I expected. No hassle at all. I even meet new girlfriends which share the same interests as mine—Nena, a black American girl who loves coffee and books, Trix, a foodie blonde girl, and Evette, the fashionista. Though I was a bit left behind by being a sassy lady like Evette, still we share the same interests when it comes to putting light retouches on our faces.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but there was something almost crazed about her. "You didn't do anything wrong! I'm the one who messed up! I was an idiot for falling for a loser like you! Back then, I got blinded by your so-called thoughtfulness and those little favors you kept doing for me! "Look at you! All you do is drag yourself to that crappy job every day! Does it even offer you a future or any status? "Do you have any idea how little you make in a month? Do you know how many people want to set me up with guys? They're all either rich or have respectable jobs. Every single one of them is better than you!

“Please, stop it. Florence is innocent. Look, it wasn't deliberate. Right now, you sound like Sophia. Has Sophia been feeding you her annoying theories of how Florence doesn't respect her? Please ignore it. Florence is a nice woman.” Iris sighed in total exasperation. “There we go again! “She said in pure exasperation. “I knew you would defend her,” her voice dropping but losing none of its intensity. “You seem to forget that I grew up in this house long before I moved to Paris. I know Florence. I know the things she is capable of. Trust me, you don't know her half as well as you think you do. It's so unfortunate that you are completely blind to it.” “That's not true,” Adrian said, his patie

I moved back, taking retreating steps backward. "You're despicable! How dare you think I did this? You.. it's all your fault. If I hadn't argued with you on Mishap day, I would've been normal" She pointed at me, throwing the slippers at me. I jumped to the side, dodging it. "Mishap day? Mishap day is a myth." I frowned She scoffed, folding her arms. "Well, look at us" Her eyes cast down to her private part. "How.. how are you sure that it's mine? What if it's someone else's?" I pointed at it. She glared at me in disgust.

LOLITA'S POV The gammas leave with formal bows and hollow reassurances. I close the door behind them, my fingers trembling against the polished wood. Their words echo in my ears — a coincidence, just a coincidence that Marcus and I were in Moonfall when the rogues attacked. No connection to our visit to Morena. No reason for suspicion. Lies. All of it. My broken arm throbs beneath its cast, like a reminder of the price we have paid. The price Marcus paid with his life.

She was seen running swiftly in that lonely street, evening like a victim of robbery circumstances; battling with bunches of watery snots that flow rapidly. But of course, she was a victim of ill fate. She couldn’t just fathom why things and people were always against her. And even when it seems that things were beginning to fall in place for her, it would always revert to what could be called a near-success syndrome. Fate had brought her out from the hands of that discourteous person called Richardson and placed her in good hands, it seems that the universe had answered a prayer she didn’t even utter and even though it happened at the wrong time.

“Again?!” I stared at the man I just saved. For someone named after luck and hope, I sure am the misfortunate person in the world.

"Shush Perry. You have such a loud voice, someone might here you. I am a v, accept that. My interest in girls doesn't mean I am a playboy. I just respects women, and would try every possible way to make them happy. They all deserved that." "So respects literary mean having so many girlfriends and lying to them that they are your one and only. Up to fifty girls." "No I don't have up to fifty. Now shut up." ** A month later Roseline picked up her luggage from the floor, heading out of the gate. Getting outside, she quickly glanced at the house she had gotten out of. A house her loved ones died in, and also the house she had lived for five years as a maid. She was finally getting out of here to