My Lucky Numbers Novels & Stories

Lucky's voice rang, carrying a hint of panic, "Mommy, he's lying to you! He's the one who killed you in our past life! If you weren't my actual mother, why would I help you so much? "The benefits I brought you were real!" Lucky was right. Within the three months he'd been guiding me, he'd managed to flip our family's assets tenfold. Sensing my hesitation, Lucky continued, "Mommy, you'll know who's truly good to you at the auction in three days!" Lucky sounded utterly confident, but Sunny shouted, "You can't go! You'll fall at the auction, leading to your miscarriage, and you'll bleed to death!"

My breath caught. “Ten million if I break the no-touch rule,” he said. “Unless you’re the one who begs.” I shook my head, stunned. “You are completely deranged.” He leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Then let’s raise the stakes.” I looked up. “If I touch you without you begging first,” he said, “you don’t just get ten million.” My pulse raced. “You get twenty-five percent of Deva.” The world stopped moving. I stared at him, heart caught somewhere between awe and terror. “Twenty-five… percent?”

Queenie studied the paper in her hand, then looked at Larissa again. Soon, someone from the crowd turned on the channel that announced lottery numbers on their phone. They connected it to the projector on the screen. "They're announcing the numbers now, so we'll find out if Queenie won anything!" Everyone turned their attention to the screen and listened as the host announced the winning numbers. "Ladies and gentlemen, the lottery numbers are 1, 11, 20 …" As the announcer read out the numbers, Queenie scrambled to check the numbers on the paper Larissa had given her.

“Ninian, why are you being so difficult? I told you before when we first got together that I won’t ever marry you.” “I know,” Ninian said coolly. “Of course, I know that.” “What’re you trying to pull, then?” “It’s nothing. It’s just that this is the third exact same handbag I have received, and I am sick of it. So, I don’t want a third one.” Conan was stunned. Did he really give her three of the same handbags? Those were the newest, limited-edition handbags, and they were all expensive. Though he bought them without putting any thought into them, he still thought that she would like them.

Everyone focused intently as the cover rose. Four… two… three. The dice indeed totaled nine. Sean won. “Damn! He just guessed and still won. This guy is unbelievably lucky!” “He just won twenty billion in the first round. That’s insane luck!”

People around whom the laws of probability stop behaving, bending, warping, and rearranging in ways no one can predict, measure, or pull back under control. He turned the page. In all of recorded history, only three Luck Bearers exist on the record, and every single one left the world unrecognizable behind them. Not through force. Not through brilliance. But through something far simpler and far more dangerous: the fact that they kept breathing. A Luck Bearer doesn't bend reality by will or design. Reality bends itself, almost eagerly, the moment they arrive. Small shifts at first, easy to dismiss, easy to explain away. Then the larger ones come. Those don't bend back.

My fingers slowly flip over the report, moving forward to the next pages. ~ Ms. Ayle Angelo – Mrs. Beth Anderson References: Secret code numbers 9870 – It’s been a while, Love 6124 – You are so annoying 0383 – You are the reason why I have this freaking depression of mine! 2789 – I’m tired of life 7492 – I wish I could have a better life 6339 – Is it still worth it to live? 4202 – Let’s end this

he confessed, peering straight into her eyes. “Oh, really?! It’s 11?” Cassius nodded his head. “Oh no,” Harriet sighed. “If only I was given another chance, I would choose 11.” “My birth date? Why? You said that you will choose your real birth date if ever you took the challenge.” “Well…” Harriet breathed out for a second before she looked at him and smiled sincerely. “Cassius is my lucky charm.” “...” “Ever since you came with me, I live with less regrets. So, I will choose your number.”

Alpha asked. “Yes, Alpha. Lucky came to me on her own. Just had to woo her a little. Then she was mine. Now, I have her eating out the palm of my hand and ready to tend to my every need. Nina came to me from a poker game. I was low on money and stumbled upon a card game. Feeling a little lucky, I used the last of my money to buy in. We even had to use Lucky as collateral. Just when I thought that I was going to lose, won the hand with Lucky and Nina in the pot,” I said, sounding proud. “Hmmm… what kind of hand did you win with?” He asked me

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.