روايات وقصص ضمن My Lucky Encounter From The Game Turned Into Reality

Cyril studied me with keen interest, though a trace of surprise and respect had appeared in his eyes. "But you still haven't told me how you know about those cards?" I smiled, glancing at him. "If I tell you the truth, will you believe me?" "Of course." Cyril arched a brow. I took a deep breath and revealed softly, "I was reborn with all my memories intact. This time, all I wanted was revenge." … Decades later, the legend of the lucky charm had long become a joke. Cyril had one hand around me as he pressed a kiss to my neck.

But that is luck, chaos personified. Take the example of one George Wickham. The night before luck had been with him at cards, and he had celebrated quite liberally. So liberally, in fact, that he woke with his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and a pounding headache made worse by the sunlight streaming into his room. It took him some time to get the nerve to sit up, and even then he had a struggle to pour out a cup of water from the pitcher at his bedside to try to remove at least the dry and fuzzy feeling. What time was it? It seemed awfully bright in his room. Lord, he hoped he had not missed the post coach. Surely, Denny would get him if it was getting late. He could not resent his

Thick ropes of cum landed across her breasts and upper chest, warm and sticky. Some hit her neck and one nipple. Lena rubbed it into her skin with her hand, breathing hard. They stayed like that for a moment, bodies connected and trembling. Then Lena lifted off Victor's cock. Cum leaked from her pussy down her thigh. She collapsed between the two men on the wide lounger, body slick with sweat, cum, and her own juices. All three of them breathed heavily. Soft laughter started after a minute. Victor ran his hand down Lena's side. Marcus wiped sweat from his forehead.

My fantasies stopped immediately. “Hold on!” I immediately got up. I tidied my wrinkled clothes and opened the door. There was a long line out there. My face turned red with embarrassment. I wanted to go out, but the woman kindly gave me a tampon. “You can just ask if you need it. You don’t have to feel awkward.” My face turned even redder. I took the tampon and thanked her before lowering my head and running away. It was only after I was outside that the fresh air cooled me down.

She narrated, and I quickly pulled away from her. “Are you sure about this?” I needed to be certain she was correct by her explanations. “Yes!” She nodded, and that was enough assurance. “I will be right back” I hurried out of the office as I found my way down to the dungeon. “He’s gone!” Lucky said to me. “They called me a minute ago after a deep shake happened here. But how did he free himself?” He wondered.

I'm a good luck charm to my wife by nature. After marrying me, Heather Seymour, who's crippled because of a car crash, miraculously stands up on her own and gets to ditch the wheelchair. On top of that, her business is booming as well. In less than half a year, she successfully establishes her own company. After Heather's company goes public, she tells me with a smile that she wants to give me a huge gift at the celebration party. I'm filled with anticipation, thinking that Heather finally wants to fulfill her promise of having a child with me. But instead, Heather is seen lacing fingers with her subordinate, Lucas Mallard, at the celebration party. Not only does she announce her relations

Then, with a little sweet-talking, he'll come home to me on his own. I opened the door and stepped inside. Jessica's eyes lit up when she saw me. She looked completely certain of victory. "Felix, I'm so glad you came to your senses. Go ahead and offer him a drink to show your sincerity. After that, I have a surprise for you." Looking at her smug face, I gave a smile. "I have a surprise for you guys, too." I strode over to the control console and connected the device. The giant screen lit up, but what was projected wasn't the chat history I saw this morning. It was a fabricated video.

Suddenly, a cracked boulder used to prop up a shaky table at a corner stall caught my eye. It was caked in dirt and mud, but to my eyes, it radiated a blinding glow. "Fortune score: 99%. Contains top-tier emeralds." I walked over, slapped my last 80 dollars onto the table, and said, "Sir, I'll take this stone. Cut it right here." The bystanders burst into laughter, mocking a beggar like me for trying his hand at stone gambling. But as the blade of the saw sliced down, a streak of vibrant green exposed itself.

“Immensely.” I hit one target accidentally and gasp dramatically. “Did you see that?” “You looked surprised yourself.” “Oh please.” By the end, Jude wins the game easily. The vendor hands him a ridiculous stuffed shark nearly half my size. Jude hands it to me without comment. And I accept it. By the time we reach a spinning wheel game, we are both laughing and smiling. The icy atmosphere that’d been between us, slipped away, and we were back to having light conversations. I spin first and win a tiny plastic keychain.

He offered his lollipop to get me to stop wailing and sent me back home. He didn’t get to be at school anymore. He took the day off to keep me company and tend to my flu, which held me from school. Mum had gone to her broadcasting station before my waking up, having only Lucky and I at home. Connecting with strangers isn’t always natural, but it was for Lucky and me. Lucky became my only friend and companion. He lived far away but walked to school in my region because of the scholarship awarded to him for winning the young face of the Ferry Milk production company.