The Lottery Book Novels & Stories

I gulped hard against the memories of what we had overcome. Loving Jordan Hill wasn’t part of the plan. Until he came like a robber at night. I was the bad boy’s lottery, never knew I was his soon-to-be-possession. Hide me not, Jordan. Possess me forever. The End

Since you're too scared to scratch your ticket and won't apologize, just stay there. Bit by bit, I lost all my strength and slipped into a half-conscious state. Yelena immediately volunteered to take me to the hospital. On the way, she quietly scratched my ticket before I heard a notification ping on my phone. "Payment of 1,000,000 dollars received. Please check your balance." She clicked her tongue in annoyance and muttered to herself, "Good thing you didn't scratch it yourself, or my secret would've been out…" Suddenly, it all clicked. Scratching my lottery tickets myself meant that I could siphon Yelena's luck back from her!

However, good news arrived the next day. When Charlotte woke up, Liam stood by the bed, his forehead creased, and his brows met. "What's wrong with you?" Charlotte asked. Liam showed her his phone. He said, "Today's winning lottery ticket is 0726." "What?" Charlotte asked in shock. "Today's winning lottery ticket is 0726," Liam repeated. "Oh, my god! I knew I had a gift of foresight!" Charlotte rejoiced. Then, she turned to Liam and asked, "You didn't call in a favor to make that number win, right?"

' Julia inquired, arching her eyebrows. 'Yeah, The Lottery,' Lacey confirmed. 'This was from one of her novels, The Haunting of Hill House. They made a couple of movies about it, one that was pretty good way back, and one that well… wasn't… not too long ago. This place reminds me of that book.' We all nodded, even though we had never read it. Everyone felt weird looking at the place like something's using its normal walls as a disguise. 'So, do we just walk in?' Kelly was still indecisive.

The lottery would continue, random chance determining who lived and who died. And Hart hated every second of it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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.

Hi there, dear reader. First, let me thank you for picking up Once Upon A Lottery. Stories are living things—they don’t exist without someone to tell them and someone to listen. So the fact that you’re here, turning these pages, already makes this book a shared journey between us.

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.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

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.”