The Luckiest Man Alive Book Novels & Stories

Lucky says and that fact calms me a little. He's right. Most of the women that work here are one's Lucky's personally helped. Lucky was a lot like Shane, bit hard by his ex-wife, but not for obvious reasons. He nearly lost his teenaged daughter because of her boyfriend beating her. She told her mother over and over but her mother was too far gone with how much money the douchebag earned. Once lucky found out, he killed the guy and nearly did the same to his ex. Lucy is now doing well, but it took her a few years to get over what she lived with every single day.

The trees plucked of their leaves and stripped of their bark, the birds silent in their absence. But far from the devastation and desolation, Lucky worked. Her father dead and her mother dying, the family had abandoned Bad Luck Lucky. Closed their hearts, closed their pocket books, and closed their doors, leaving the cursed girl to fend for herself. Scraps of food dug from gutters. The touch of strangers endured for the warmth of a blanket and a bowl of rice. Then one hot day, the clouds building and the air thick and wet with a coming storm, the woman with the lopsided smile had appeared and Lucky’s life changed.

“Yes, that does sound challenging, but can you say that there’s never been an instant in your life where you experienced pure luck?” I want to say no, because that’s the default answer, but I have to stop myself. No, I’ve been lucky. I can’t say that I haven’t. Even Alec’s involvement in my life has been luck. I managing killed by Beta Whittle, yet Alec saved me right on time. I have been lucky. Saying otherwise would be wrong.