The Lottery Audiobook Novels & Stories

His eyes softened, not with fear, but pride. “I do. Go. My woman doesn’t lose.” Adrian drove me to his Miami estate. He barely waited for the door to shut before blurting, “I’ll bring a priest here. Right now. We can get married today, now, just say yes.” A short, humorless laugh escaped me. “Adrian… why? When I wanted to marry you, you hid behind your stupid lottery. For years, you used chance to keep me waiting, begging.” I stepped closer, my voice quiet and cruel.

I scooted my chair closer to the bed so that I could let him hold my hand comfortably, without having to stretch my arm out. “You’re so good to me, Fiona.” Grandfather, sleepy-eyed, turned his head in my direction and let it fall heavily against the pillow. “The Big Man was right. He won the lottery.” The smile on my face threatened to melt away. I held it in place for Grandfather’s benefit. It seemed his lucidity was faltering. “What do you mean?” I asked gently. “What lottery?” “When we had breakfast the other morning,” he muttered. “He said he won the lottery the day he met my Fiona.”

HELP ASAP! My phone beeps instantly, What’s up boo? I don’t know which to choose. I have always wanted Harvard but when I visited Yale, it felt more of the right place to be. - Lindy Linds, you always need to choose your first option. Trust your instinct! -Martha But my instinct right now is having doubts. -Lindy HARVARD Linds. That’s my answer. You have always wanted to be there, remember? Ever since we were kids, you have always wanted to study there.. -Martha

I saw the old man’s shoulders dropped. “A hundred billion… going once, going twice… sold to Mrs. Sinclair!” “No!” Anthony cried. “This is exactly how your victims felt, Anthony. They begged and cried like you, too. But did you listen? No, you just watched people get aroused by their nudity, you enjoyed hearing them beg,” I told Anthony. Because I was his sire, only he could hear my voice. Luther’s cell phone vibrated. And so did mine. Both of us had received a text message. We turned to each other.

Her voice was shrill and hysterical. "I knew it was you! You stole my lottery ticket, didn't you?" she screamed. "Give it back to me, you bitch! That money is mine. You hear me, bitch?" I waited patiently for her to finish screaming before finally speaking. "Alright, Beatrice. Here comes the truth bomb—the lottery ticket that won me the money in our previous lives was mine, too. You're still not willing to snap out of your delusions, huh? "You really think some cheap ticket you bought from a convenience store for a few bucks would win you 50 million dollars?"

His voice rang out, trembling slightly but firm enough to reach every ear. “By decree of the crown, the lottery shall begin.” Everleigh hardly heard the first name called. Her thoughts were still tangled with the masked man’s stare, the strange pull of it, the questions rising like smoke in her mind. She felt exposed, standing there alone. The village seemed suddenly vast and alien, and the crowd pressing around her felt like it might swallow her whole. Her hands clutched at her dress, her heart racing. Then, the elder’s voice struck the air again—louder this time, clearer.

It turned out that Mary had wanted me dead for a long time and intended to use my money to get a new daughter-in-law. I treated them like my own family, but they wanted to hurt me. I patted the lottery ticket in my bag. I was relieved that I had not told them I had won the lottery. Otherwise, they would have tortured me in more gruesome ways! I suppressed my anger and continued to eavesdrop at the door. Since I had found this out, I would not let them off the hook easily! “Mom, the tour guide isn’t sure if she’s truly dead,” Jared said. “Let me call Penny to confirm.”

Elaine kept thinking about the lottery after she was done eating. She did not expect to win the 1.2 million grand prize. She would be satisfied as long as she could win any prize at all. After eating, Elaine and Hannah returned to Harbour City again. At this time, the manager of the jewelry store had already received the lottery tickets that Jasmine had sent over. This batch of lottery tickets had been made by a printing house working overtime this morning, and the lottery tickets still smelled strongly of ink.

"Oliver, you'd better wake up. With the gap between us now, one word from me could strip you bare." I only glanced at the time and said, "Just wait five more minutes." Patrick did not know what game I was playing. He sneered. "Fine. We'll wait. But I'll tell you this now. Be it five minutes, fifty minutes, or five hours, none of it changes the fact that I've just won fifty million dollars." I laughed coldly. That was not so certain. The words had barely left his mouth when a woman burst into the restaurant. She jabbed a finger at Patrick and shrieked, "Are you insane? That lottery ticket is mine!"