Misfortune Novel Novels & Stories

I berated myself, criticizing my actions. My father had abandoned my mother when she needed him the most during her final moments, choosing instead to be with Carolina. Carolina was fully aware of my mother's battle with sickle cell anemia, yet she selfishly demanded my father's attention and care. We couldn't help but wonder if she had used some sort of charm or love potion to captivate him. My sister Givia and I stayed by our mother's side as she slowly withered away, doing our best to provide whatever comfort we could.

Expecting anything else from a money hungry, manipulative billionaire was the worst thing she ever did. His ways, characteristics, personalities, insecurities and his urge to win and control was absolutely disgusting and a bug turn off. Of course she looked past it ignoring the red flags. “Do you Victor Barnes take Reign Davis to have and hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health until death do you part?” the pastor asked. “I do,” Victor answered, smiling his perfect smile with his perfect thirty two white and shining.

Another lady came in. "You see you see your life? That's what we were telling you. Auntie SPEC, always craving for young boys in multi-colored socks, cross bag, and iPhone. 'I LOVE GUYS WITH BEARDS' Just take a look at your aftermath. You said you wanted to 'chop' life. I hope you have enjoyed it to your fullest. It definitely gave you more than you bargained for. Werey (Madwoman) You also wanted to feel among and 'oppress'. You finally ended up being the one oppressed. Do you think that a well-to-do guy would marry a liability like you? After living your life recklessly, you think you can lift the burden of your deserved consequences and put it on his head? No way! A man shall pay for his

The house and the money were gone. Now she could only make a living by scavenging. She saw my brand-new Cayenne, her mother glowing with health, my gentle and beautiful wife, and that adorable child. Her gaze froze instantly. What was that look that I saw in her eyes? Envy, jealousy, regret, despair… It was a bit of everything. Instinctively, she tried to hide, to escape this scene that filled her with shame. However, in her panic, she tripped over a stone by the roadside.

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

It broke his heart more. The days faded into weeks, the weeks to months. Daniel had given up on keeping track of how long he had been down there. When he finally heard somebody unlock the cellar door he jumped up, filled with hope. Hope that the preacher realized he had made a mistake. He would even marry Louise if that's what it took, so his mother didn't have to witness what he knew was coming next. But when he saw the man that punched him, his body sank. Daniel knew at that point, there was no hope. The man unlocked Daniel’s cell door and drug him out and up the stairs. When the sunlight hit him he was blinded. He almost didn’t see the pillar of twigs and straw. Daniel thought he was jus

She couldn't believe what she just heard. "Ana, he got more reason than you to kill him. He not only lost his parents at a young age but he also had to see Richard molest his mom in front of his own eyes. He had to live on the road and orphanage and be afraid for his sister every now and then. There were so many times when he almost lost his sister in one of those dark nights on the street. His childhood was as hard as yours. But you had at least a roof over your head but he didn't have any until he turned twenty. What he did with you was wrong and I despise him for that. But then he was insecure and lost just as you. But then he had to lose you too. After that incident three and half years

At last, he spoke, “The fortune that was promised has been claimed, leaving an empty shell of misfortune and despair in its place. “Geneva, somebody has stolen the blessings meant for you!”

poor Lucien grimaced in pain, on the floor covered in food waste. Lucien didn't know that his kindness to share a room with a woman who was almost a homeless would bring him endless misfortune. ***

Would she tell her I was the Russian millionaire who moved in not that long ago? “Hold up!” Charlotte shot, seeming to make connections in the silence. My name had been dropped in the local newspapers since I bought the haunted De’Aubery estate. Speculation about how long I would stay had been issued in the article. Was Charlotte bright enough to make the connections? “Nikolai. As in Nikolai Alexseev? The Russian millionaire who moved into the De’Aubery estate?” “That would be the one,” Yen affirmed. “What!? No way!” Charlotte shot back, and I wasn’t sure if she was happy for her friend or jealous. “We ran into him and his buddies at the bachelorette too, right?”