My Lucky Numbers Novels & Stories

Patrice was shocked. “Why are you so happy?” She asked Helga. Helga smiled the sweetest and showed her phone. Night Lee ♥ +6315XXXXXXXX Patrice’s eyes widened. “WOWWWW! You got his number?” She asked. Helga nodded enthusiastically. “He gave it to me!” She replied. Patrice’s eyes grew wider. “Really? Wow! That is so amazing!!!” She replied feeling happy for her friend. Helga nodded, her face blushing. “I can’t believe it myself.” She spoke.

I rested a hand on his leg before looking back to Theo. “Speak.” I said as I began counting in my head. If I made it to 13, I was going let my own wolf take care of him. By the time I reached 8 my blood was boiling. Thirteen is my lucky number, I felt it was the perfect number for any situation. Twelve I took a deep breath beginning to stand.

I looked down to see it is Lucky. “Why is Lucky calling me?” I asked no one frowning. “Put it on speaker.” Sandy replied. I nodded and lifted the phone putting it on speaker. “Hello!” I said. “Hey Asha! I need a favor.” Lucky said from other side. “What is it?” I asked him confused. “You know right that the Mehandi is taken from here by either my sister or brother.” He replied. “Yup! I know that. Why?” I asked him again confused.

"I'll work for you under one condition." I say. "What's that?" "You'll marry me", He smirks revealing breathtaking dimples "Are you sure about that?." I pause for a moment then look straight into his eyes "I'm sure." I would marry Giovanni D'Errico and find a way to get back my fortune. Whatever it takes. Emily Rivera is trapped in a loveless marriage of three years with an unfaithful husband which eventually ends up in divorce papers. Devastated and heartbroken, she goes back to her parents' house and is even more devastated when she finds out her father was dead, she is hit with an even more shocking revelation, her father Alfonso Rivera had left behind a billion d

A flicker of regret flashed in Amanda's eyes. Meanwhile, Graham's face darkened, and he said, "If you want her for her luck, it's useless. Her luck only works for her blood relatives. Everyone else can forget about it." Leon snorted. "We don't need it. Don't tell me some people actually think they can rely on a five-year-old for good luck?" "No need to drag this out. Let's get straight to the point. Since you clearly don't want Mindy, why not let us adopt her?" Sandy said calmly.

If you really cared about me, how could you use up all the 99 chances? I lifted my chin, trying hard to control my anger. He froze as if struck by lightning, suddenly remembering the promise we had made. - "Mr. Blanton, how can I ever repay you?" "You don't owe me anything. Just think of me as a caring big brother." "Are you… a pedophile?" "Cough, cough… No. How about this? In return for raising you, you have to fulfill 99 requests for me. Or once I abandon you 99 times, the debt is gone."

"Number eight again!” Everyone gasped and turned to look at me like I was somehow manipulating the cards from where I stood. “Having the same numbers twice has already fulfilled the minimum criteria. Now, let's check out the last pick.” Saint did the same thing all over again. “The number is…. Eleven? Who is that?” "That's me,” Liliana said, a scowl on her face. She didn't look the least bit happy. "Oh, that's amazing. However, Mrs Baxter's number was seen twice so she won this round as well. Congratulations to Mrs Baxter!”

Just ten digits. Her heart began beating faster. “Okay,” she muttered under her breath, forcing herself upright. “Let’s see who you really are.” She opened her laptop and typed the number into a search engine. Nothing. No results. No business listing. No social media. No records at all. Her brows furrowed. “That’s impossible.” Everyone had something online. Everyone left traces. She tried another website—one of those reverse phone lookup services that usually dug up embarrassing details about people’s addresses and relatives.

The message read, "You have received 50 million dollars in your account." Jessica spoke with a hint of exasperation. "There's your money. You've been wanting that new SUV, right? Go buy it, or take a trip to take your mind off things. Let's just forget what happened today. Don't hold a grudge against a young man like Ronald, okay?" Ronald Piper poked his head out from behind her timidly. "Thanks, Felix. Now that you've got the money, don't stay mad at Jess. Managing the company is tiring enough. Don't give her a hard time over the little things…"

I didn't ask for the bank card back, nor did I waste another breath. That card required my biometric verification to withdraw a single cent. The thing they had just stolen was nothing but a useless piece of plastic. Before walking out of the ward, I glanced back one last time. Jeremy was tenderly comforting Lilian. The text floating above his head had shifted. "Fortune score: 1%. Countdown to financial ruin: Three hours."