The Lottery Book Novels & Stories

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

Alice mumbled. Leia stared at her with so much disapproval, but Alice turned a blind eye and opened her emergency comic book. She was reading Infinity Inc., the first volume and thirty-fourth issue. Of course, she had already read it, but she brought it today because this is where Hazard, a villain character, first appeared. Hazard was just like Alice. She brought bad luck to everyone around her but herself. And right now, Alice could relate to her more than anything else. When lunch came, Alice and Leia decided to take separate ways.

“Guilty. But you did it without complaining. And today, when Linda actually stepped on this stage, I realized it wasn’t just a stroke of luck, it was the sum of all that stubborn faith you kept pouring in.” Brent folded his arms, nodding. Sammy muttered, “Worth every paper cut.” I took a breath, letting the quiet around us settle. “There were moments I doubted we deserved to call ourselves a book club. I wondered if this festival was too ambitious, if we were just jobless students with posters. And yet here we are. Hundreds came, the panels ran smoothly. Linda Lively spoke about ignoring what the world would say and left half the audience in tears. That doesn’t happen by accident or coincide

Ethan had looked excited at first, but the moment he managed to read the banner, he froze in disbelief. "You won the lottery?" he questioned me, his eyes blazing with jealousy. Jocelyn looked stunned, too. Then, she turned to me, her face full of excitement. Sean still could not read, so he looked completely lost. He tilted his head up at Jocelyn as he asked, "Mom, what does winning the lottery mean?"

My parents used lottery tickets to decide our allowances because they wanted to train and educate my younger sister, Elena Carter, and me. Every week before we returned to school, we would be given five lottery tickets. Whatever amount we scratched would be our weekly allowance. Elena was always lucky. She would always win at least a hundred dollars, and she would spend the money on good meals, dresses, and even buying her roommates coffee. The most I had won was 15 dollars, and most of the day, all I got was a few dollars. At the height of my bad luck, all five lottery tickets would end up being losing tickets. I had to rely on the two dollars I managed to save last week. When I asked

Cela just smiled. The viewing starts in a few minutes. Everyone gets ready to take their seats. Almost everyone came except for Nate. Good thing, Lora didn’t tell Cela about her invitation. It was supposed to be a surprise for her but fate surely has a different plan for the night. A mix of emotions sweeps the viewers of the TV adaptation of the book. It’s the last of the three in the series and it’s quite different from the first two stories that were carefully planned.

And winning the lottery is only an imagination for me. I hold a book, The Time Traveler’s Wife. The cover of the book shows a girl wearing black knee length dress and black school shoes with long white socks. And beside the girl is what looks like a red picnic cloth, with neatly folded man’s clothes and shoes on top of it.

She spat making Patrice sigh hard. “Let’s start the raffle.” Mrs. Kim said. “For Jeric Kim…” She said as she picked one ticket from the bowl. “Michelle Jang.” She smiled as she called the girl named Michelle at the stage. “Sit here.” She motioned the table with seven vacant seats as well. Michelle Jang smiled at Jeric; he smiled back. *Wow at least that man’s has manners.* Patrice thought as she wished she wouldn’t be paired with L.

I had been pursuing Seth for so long, yet he never remembered the fact that I was allergic to pollen. "By the way, lend me 150 dollars. I want to buy some books. Once my family mails me money, I'll pay you back." I had lost count of how many times Seth told me the same thing. The thing was, he never returned any cash to me. I just huffed coldly before walking home right away. Seth could be heard hollering my name angrily from behind. As soon as I walked through the front door, I saw Catherine toying with her new watch. I recognized it as an item only sold in a department store in the town.

As the announcer read out the numbers, Queenie scrambled to check the numbers on the paper Larissa had given her. Her expression started to change as well. Someone from the crowd couldn't stand the suspense anymore and blurted, "Well, did you win?" "Do you really believe her? It's just a stupid lottery ticket printed from god knows where. It would be a miracle if she won!" Jeremy said. Larissa wasn't worried at all. After all, Ambrose had gotten her the lottery ticket, so there was no way she wouldn't win. "I won …" Queenie mumbled.