The Luckiest Man Alive Book Novels & Stories

he exclaimed and left. I didn’t have any choice, but stay alive. Yes, I had to be alive for that man’s packaging. Is he an angel, who showed me, that I had to live or maybe it’s a coincidence. But there’s no coincidence in the world where fate has already been written for each person. I didn’t want to go back to the hospital. I didn’t want to see these faces full of sorrow and misery. And there’s probably still no news about Lincoln. He is still in coma.

Hassan teased. "Just say you're jealous, Bro," Lucky replied. "Not at all. It's better to be with my wife. Isn't it, honey?" Hassan tweeted with a wink at his wife. "Go on, show off!" Adi cried. "Please give mercy to us who are still single, Sir!" he exclaimed. Trias walked up to Lucky and handed him a piece of paper. "Can you tell me this, Luck?" she asked. "What is this?" Lucky asked back and read the paper Trias gave him. "Oh, no. I'm dead!" Lucky cried after reading the thin sheet Trias gave him.

Right? In hindsight, I probably wouldn’t be here right now if the guy wasn’t still unconscious, breathing hard and wheezing. The man’s death had to have come so suddenly and so unexpectedly that even a professional killer would be caught off guard. The only way I could possibly be alive right now is due to my incredible luck. Luck is definitely the only thing that has saved me from his clutches so far. I still do not understand my train of thoughts, but I try to just go along with it and figure out exactly who I am here.

The destroyers of our world. I was just lucky. A man found me that day and dragged me off the street—not out of kindness, but possession. He was the first to believe he’d saved me. A few days later, he was killed. And I was alone again. That counts as luck these days. You survived? Then you’re lucky. Two Days After the Apocalypse I woke up drenched in cold sweat. My body was slick with it, my head pounding. My nails were broken, my skin cracked.

Alexander came in without knocking, the way he had learned to move through this room — quietly, without announcement, because the room had its own rules. He sat on the edge of the ottoman beside my chair. "What are you thinking?" he asked, his voice low. "That we're lucky," I said. "All three of us. That we survived everything that tried to make sure we didn't." "Do you still call it luck?" he asked. "After everything you did? Everything you chose?" "I call it both," I said. "Some of it was luck, and some of it was choice, and some of it was Vivian handing me a knife at exactly the right moment, and all of it added up to us being here."

Perhaps. Was it worth it? Yes. With a chuckle, I stood slowly, and the room quieted without command. Even the TV seemed to hush. From my jacket pocket, I pulled a leather-bound book, aged in the way you can’t fake, with corners worn and scent of cedar. I handed it to her without flourish. “What is this?” she asked, eyes scanning me, soft but curious. “Open it.” She flipped the cover. On the first page, hand-written in gold ink, were the words: Three Wishes.

He told me that Kimmy had taken the story online. Kimmy had been cultivating her “office lucky charm” persona online for years and had built a modest following of people who envied her seemingly effortless, well-paid lifestyle. Just then, she posted a new video. She went into detail about how she had uncovered a major management failure and supposedly saved the company from a massive loss. The comment section flooded instantly. [Oh my god! She’s lucky and competent? The office lucky charm is actually real!] [That floor manager got exactly what she deserved. Who tries to take on the office mascot? Enjoy the investigation, loser.]

Still walked away with something real in his hands. But not untouched. “That’s the kind that stays with you,” Adam murmured. “Not because it was crazy… but because it wasn’t supposed to happen at all.” He tapped the book lightly against the counter. “In and out job… turns into something you remember for the rest of your life,” he said, half to himself. “Yeah… that’s dangerous in a different way.” Adam paused, staring at the page for a second longer. Then a faint smirk pulled at his lips.

It might not have been this severe, but he had also fallen into drugs. Returning to the country without them triggered violent withdrawals, and he frequently harmed himself. Instinctively, I stepped back. As I passed, Thayer’s eyes widened, locking on mine. Then, with immense effort, he raised a trembling hand, freezing everyone in place. I took a few steps forward, my gaze hard, knowing he had words for me. Through clenched teeth, he said, “The Fairchilds chose you for profit. This marriage… You won’t find happiness.” I smiled faintly and replied in a voice only he could hear, “It doesn’t matter.”

Without a glance, I walked down the stairs and headed straight for the clinic. My hands trembled as I applied the medicine to my wound. Sweat soaked my body through. The doctor frowned as he read my chart. "Mr. Barnes, your infection is severe. Combined with inadequate post-op care and nutrition… the swelling around your kidney has spread significantly. You'll need to be extremely careful going forward, or it could affect your long-term health." I nodded calmly, unsurprised. After leaving the clinic, I didn't just sit around. I went straight to the nearest post office. On the letter, I documented Nina's personal misconduct over the years—the lies, the cover-ups—everything. Watching it get se