My Lucky Numbers Novels & Stories

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

Alice was already unlucky ever since she was born; her presence brought unfortunate events to her people. Was this her fault? Was this because she did not have her lucky charm with her? Before going downstairs, Alice opened her jewelry box. She grabbed the necklace that sat alone inside. It had three pendants: a silver star, a golden horseshoe, and a small letter ‘L’ for luck. It had been a long time since she wore a piece of jewelry, but today, she needed its comfort. She needed its protection from bad luck. “I know you do not like bodyguards, but you need to have one right now,” Meredith initiated when she arrived at the dining area.

He mumbled to himself, still completely ignoring the other lads. Mill: Trust me when I say I'm not a stranger Lindy :) Most importantly, you're so lucky that I'm the one who got it and you’re texting with me. A lot of other girls would die to be in your shoes. Lindy pauses along the hallway and scoffs at the text that she received. She felt as if she owed this man for finding her phone other than someone else. She didn’t get the whole “You’re lucky, I got your phone” thing because she didn’t feel lucky at all.

Remona gazed at the picture mouth agape, she didn't know what to do. Shock ran down her spine staring at the picture in her hands, it was a picture of two men who looked the same in boxers standing on the beach. One had a tattoo on his chest but the other didn't, the other had brown eyes while the tattooed guy had dark black eyes. She dropped the phone and stumbled backward with wide eyes, Bruce quickly caught his phone so it wouldn't fall. "I... I... I... " Remona wanted to say something but it was all stuck in her throat, she couldn't believe she had made a mistake already.

A wonderful expression appeared on Lucas' smooth and delicate face. He thought that he was so lucky. He didn't think much as he used the lucky draw. The virtual pointer began to rotate in his mind. A few seconds later, the virtual pointer stopped. "Congratulations, host, for drawing ten chances of crazy integration." "Well..." Lucas was stunned. Just because he didn't know what to say. He was so lucky. Of course, he knew about this kind of chance. Because he had obtained it not long ago. Now, there were ten more chances for crazy integration.

Red balls: 03, 07, 15, 19, 25, 33. A blue ball: 09. That was our lucky code. Our ticket to getting rich. I sprinted out the back door of the office building and ducked into a narrow alley. Relying on memory alone, I made my way through the streets until I reached the lottery office downtown. The banner at the entrance was still fluttering in the wind. [Congratulations to this outlet for producing a first-prize winner.] I knew it. There were still things in this world Austin could not control.

Clark said and I bowed like I had just popped a rabbit out of my hat. "Ladies and Gentleman, the lucky draw begins right now! Here's to see who's the lucky one in our town and will go home with exciting prizes." I heard the announcement and retrieved the ticket from my pocket. I held my breath as he declared the winner, "So, our lucky winner is . . . number 5---" "Oh my God, Brownie! I got five in the first digit!" I squealed and Clark's face was passive. "---4---"

"You’ve already kidnapped me. I can’t escape anyway. But let me make one thing clear. Since you’re all so determined to make her eat my fortune cookie, don’t regret it." Mara and the others exchanged glances, then lit up with excitement. "We won’t regret it!" I nodded and told them to untie me. "Follow the process. First, write your name and birth details on a piece of paper. Then burn it to ashes and wrap it inside." One of the supporters, worried I might try something, quickly asked, "Mara, what do you want on the paper?" She thought for a moment. "Something for delicate features and big eyes. Write that into the fortune. She has to be beautiful. And add a perfect test score. Write it in s

For me, it was a small stuffed elephant Ryan had won for me at a fair when I was four. It was ratty, but clean, and the same good luck charm I’d had with me throughout every single phase of life, from the day he proudly presented it to me at that fair. He was eight at the time, missing a few teeth, and when he handed it over, his chest was swollen with pride for having won it. “Okay, everyone.” Craig’s voice boomed from the front of the massive office—bullpen, I corrected myself mentally. “Insert your name as a username, and a computer-generated password will pop up. You’ll need to change that password to one you’ve chosen yourself before you continue.”

“But you got into my car asking for help. And now you’re married to me. So, dear wife, you’re going to have to deal with how I do things.” Karen wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m alive by sheer luck,” she mumbled, more to herself. “Luck.” Sebastian stopped with the glass halfway to his lips. His eyes narrowed, then drifted down to his own left wrist, where the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt revealed the tattoo: 385900. “Fate,” he corrected, his voice strangely low. Karen looked at him, confused by the change in tone. But before she could ask, the words came out uncontrollably.