The Lottery Novels & Stories

“No one explained it to you?” “I never even heard of it,” Kit replied. “She had no children. She wouldn’t know about it,” his father answered. “The lottery is held every year. Though children happen whenever the Lord blesses you with them, some are very much planned. Mitsuhide was a planned child. I was chosen in the lottery for that year. When one of the chosen ones is picked, it is recorded, and it is male, a mate is planned for it at the same time. If the lottery produces a girl instead, it is given a mate for giving day upon birth. Mitsuhide was a male the female Johnson child was chosen for h

He doesn’t want to be the aloof person who forgets the people who had been with him at the lowest points of his life. “So, shall we leave you here then? We have to get inside the lottery hall before it closes,” said another while pointing at the place with his pen. Compelled to that unpleasant pressure, Oneil also finds himself in the lottery hall, picking a ticket to shade numbers on. He stands in line with his company who is talking about yesterday’s results. “It’s not payday yet. The hall is unusually filled with customers. What’s up?” someone among them wondered. “Perhaps it has something to do with the horse racing traditio

“Yeah, always. You know that, Jax.” “All this money that I have? It didn’t come from Curves, and it obviously didn’t come from my family. But before you start to worry, it didn’t come from anything illegal.” “OK.” She waited. “I won the lottery.” She blinked. “Like… the real lottery? Little balls falling into a clear box and a guy in a penguin suit calling the numbers?” “Yep. Exactly.” “Here, in Colorado?” “No, back home. The Michigan State Lottery.”

I finished my breakfast in silence. Just then, I heard Lily saying, "Ms. Lyons, I saw that the lottery draws today. Don't forget to check your ticket!" It suddenly hit me that today was the day the lottery results were announced. Which meant in one week, Lily would jump into the river and take her own life. In other words, I only had seven days to figure this out. I walked to the living room and grabbed the lottery ticket. Then, I entered the numbers into my phone.

But what they hadn't expected was that I actually won the prize. To ingratiate himself with the wealthy, beautiful supervisor, Harry had been willing to spend 200,000 dollars to buy my 20-dollar lottery ticket. And every relative around us knew it. Even my childhood friend Owen and my best friend Wendy were fully aware—and willing to play along. They went from threats and bribery to conspiring with Wendy to fake my death and send me abroad. Once overseas, I would become an undocumented person, completely at their mercy. Even if I refused to hand over the lottery ticket, I would be forced to comply. My cousin could control me entirely.

She held Reid's hand and came to the lottery draw box. Reid slightly tightened his grip on Aliana, and in return, she gently squeezed his hand. She put her hand into the box. There were only two balls left. So, she just picked one of them randomly. Seeing that Aliana took out a ball, Reid swallowed. The last ball went to Lacey. The balls were all wrapped with red paper so that the numbers wouldn't be seen directly. "Alright. Everyone has got a ball. Now, you may tear off the paper and see what number you've got!"

Dante's tone remained indifferent as he tried to suppress the inexplicable unease rising in his chest. "But the wedding gifts are worth a hundred billion dollars!" Livia gasped. "I wonder which lucky young lady it is..." Dante glanced dismissively at the news, unaware that the bride receiving the hundred-billion-dollar wedding gifts was me, the woman who had waited many years for him. He did not know that I would never wait for him again.

"Exactly. You're only acting out because you can't stand the fact that I've won 50 million dollars." The woman was furious, but she laughed instead. "Fine, fine. Open your eyes and see for yourselves whether I've won the lottery or not." She pulled her phone and held it up toward the other cameras. At that point, even the lecturers and classmates could not hold back. They crowded around to see. On her screen was a photo of a lottery ticket. The numbers printed on it were the same as the ones on Patrick's ticket. "What the... Is this one ticket or two? How can the numbers be identical?"

I begged, “what does it say? What—what happened to Liam?!” Damon’s hand shook slightly as he turned the letter for me to see. At the bottom, written in thick black ink, were the words: Lucas passed the letter to Damon. Damon opened it quickly, his jaw tightening as his eyes scanned the words. **We have claimed our lottery.** The lottery… is Liam. What does this even mean? My vision spun. My heart crashed inside my chest. “No… no… Liam…” I whispered as terror filled me. My knees gave in.

Sarah’s POV Have you ever felt victory? Perhaps you were a lottery lover and, all these years, you had always heard of other people winning the jackpot but never you. You read their stories, saw their pictures in the newspapers holding up that giant check, and you told yourself maybe someday. But suddenly, it was your lucky day. You know the excitement? The thrill? The happiness that courses through your veins like fire? This was exactly how I felt at this very moment. It was like I won a lottery. But was it truly not a lottery?