Novel & Cerita The Luckiest Man Alive Book

The sudden occurrence of him turning out to be alive is the best thing that has happened to me in a very long time. Who could have thought that he would actually escape? That he would eat my woman, and that there would be positive results after that—I know history—when he tells me everything that happened. We talk with each other for a while, each one of us rather excited and happy just because he managed to survive. I sense his happiness as he considers himself blessed for it; at least he knows how lucky he is to have survived.

His thumb swept over my knuckles, slow and reverent. “I’ve spent years thinking love was something I’d already used up. That the best parts of me had been given to people who couldn’t stay. And then you walked into my life with your soft heart and those damn eyes that see everything I try to hide.” A watery laugh escaped me. I blinked hard. He smiled, small and crooked, the way he did when he was trying not to cry. “I used to think the luckiest thing that ever happened to me was surviving. But I was wrong.” He lifted one of my hands and pressed a kiss to the inside of my wrist, right over my pulse. “The luckiest thing that ever happened to me… is you.”

Jake was laughing beside me. I was about to whack him with the broom when I noticed something odd about the top. Opening it revealed a roll of hundred-dollar bills. Along with a note in Aria's handwriting: "In my hometown, they say whoever cleans up after a wedding will have the most wonderful romance in the coming year. If you have someone in your heart, you'll share endless joy and grow old together. May your life bloom with love and happiness."

"I know you've survived everything — everything — without me, and you would survive whatever comes next without me too, because you are the strongest person I have ever known, and I am aware that I am the reason you had to be." I opened my mouth. He kept going, gently, before I could interrupt. "I know I was the worst mistake of your life," he said. "I know that, and I'm not going to pretend otherwise just because it's an uncomfortable thing to say while holding out a ring. But I also know — and I need you to hear this part too — that I am the luckiest man alive, because somehow, against every reasonable thing the universe should have allowed, you let me back in. You let me be there for Eli.

It was still full, but with a faint kick. Tears of joy escaped freely from my eyes, almost blinding me. “They’re okay. Nothing happened to them, but we are okay.” The man beside me, whom I learned is way taller than he appears to be, with rugged, smoky eyes giving off the vibes of wildfire, suddenly nodded like he had been watching me. “You’re damn so lucky. That fall is capable of killing anyone, talk more of a pregnant woman." I stared at him, still not believing a stranger helped me stay alive. “Who… who exactly are you? Why did you help me?”

"That is a reasonable answer." We drank our coffee in comfortable silence for a while, and I thought about how strange it was that the person I felt most at ease with in this house, after Damien, was a man I had met three days ago who was technically my husband's secret brother. Life had a very strange sense of humour. "He is going to be alright, you know," Daniel said. "Damien. He has been waiting for this for two years. He is exactly where he wants to be right now."

Chapter 1 Luck is known to be a fickle creature appearing and disappearing at a whim, though there are those so-called fortune's favorites who seem permanently in her favor while others seem just as equally misfortune's favorites cursed with bad luck. But perception is a tricky thing; what may at first appear to be misfortune may in fact be just the luck someone needs and what may appear to be a lucky step may in fact be bad luck in deed. But that is luck, chaos personified.

There was a three second pause before he continued. "Immortality is a curse for some of us. When all is gained, when this world is finished exploring, life becomes meaningless." Nick smiled a little, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. But a moment later his eyes softened, "Not everyone gets what I get, Eleanor." I frowned a little not understanding what he just said, he saw the confused expression on my face. "You." He muttered while touching my face very gently. "I am the luckiest man in this world."

Everly gave a forceful nod to indicate that she understood. “And the most important thing that you must remember is that successful people always consider themselves to be the luckiest. Many people think that successful people are lucky, and yes, successful people never deny this, although every one of them puts in a lot of effort to attain success. However, the difference is that successful people have their own views on luck; they see more of the positive side of things instead of thinking they’re unlucky whenever they encounter certain setbacks. To them, good luck always accompanies them.” Heather rarely repeated herself so much, but she was doing it now to leave Everly with a stronger im

I replied, I can't stay mad at him, he knows. In a second, he's all over me, holding my waist, my own hands on his shoulder. "I missed you" "I missed you too" I replied. I missed the side of him I used to know. The side of him before the accident that changed both our lives. Before this, he was and is still the wealthiest man in LA, everyone knew of Landon Kingston. He had lot's of enemies, and they almost succeeded in taking, his life. I stroked my hands over his back, reaching up to touch his hair.