The Lucky Introvert Novels & Stories

I'm a good luck charm to my wife by nature. After marrying me, Heather Seymour, who's crippled because of a car crash, miraculously stands up on her own and gets to ditch the wheelchair. On top of that, her business is booming as well. In less than half a year, she successfully establishes her own company. After Heather's company goes public, she tells me with a smile that she wants to give me a huge gift at the celebration party. I'm filled with anticipation, thinking that Heather finally wants to fulfill her promise of having a child with me. But instead, Heather is seen lacing fingers with her subordinate, Lucas Mallard, at the celebration party. Not only does she announce her relations

On Eidolon, their eyes wild, their teeth bared in bloodstained snarls, they gathered together and drew near. “No?” Evangelical said. “No.” Lucky pushed the past away. Why on earth would I say anything? she thought. What good could come from knowing what she’d done? It would destroy the best parts of who Evangelical was. And she just didn’t have an appetite for that kind of cruelty anymore. “Are you alright?” Evangelical watched her. “Should I go?” No, Lucky wanted to say. Shocking herself, she leaned forward, her hand out to touch the girl’s knee, or pat her hand, or something. Offer some small something to comfort, like a normal person would.

See as serving from head to toe. Although the young lady is so happy, Lang Tinh also has secret feelings and spaces that few people know about, never being free, not being allowed to interact with mediocre friends, not neglecting herself, must not lose value…etc…etc… there are so many things that she wants to tell. Sometimes she finds that the life of a gangster like him is sometimes good, not constrained or forced to anything, just being a martial artist will have a position in the gangster world, not having to throw it all away. Gray matter in the brain out that works like business.

Hi, intruder. A shiver runs down my spine. Yesterday, when I left, I realised I hadn't given him my number, and it stung. Seeing him again would have taken extra effort, too much risk. And I'd already used up my yearly quota of recklessness. I hadn't been thinking with my brain. So how did he get my number? I type back. How did you get my number, mystery man? Then I wait. Let's just say mystery man has his ways.

I increased the pressure, causing the knife to cut into Regina's skin and drops of blood to bead. Regina didn't look the least bit flustered. Instead, she met me with an innocent expression. "What are you talking about? I don't understand. What does your bad luck have to do with me? I was born lucky. Of course, I'm luckier than normal people!" I let out a cold laugh, my mind racing. "Let me think. When did you start to get lucky? Oh, right after I had that kidney surgery…"

Now that I knew the secret, I made my move. I had my men buy me a huge stack of lottery tickets, and every time I scratched one off, I hit a million-dollar jackpot. After scratching off four or five winning tickets in a row, I finally stopped, satisfied. Then, I posted a quick update on my feed. "A blessing in disguise." It didn't take long for the office group chat to blow up with question marks. Apparently, Yelena had accidentally tumbled down a flight of stairs, which left her bruised and swollen.

Well, I guess this is the exact definition of ‘I'm just doing my job’. “What's your name by the way? I want to address you by your name.” The thought inside mt head provokes me to ask for his name. I observe his face if there will be a sign of hesitation, but no. There wasn't. He immediately answers me. “I'm Jack. I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself earlier.” Jack has dimples on both sides of his cheeks. He also has a pair of pale green eyes, and natural red looking lips. “It's okay. I just wanted to know your name.”

Lucky ordered tea and a couple of muffins. "So half the pack hates me," I said thoughtfully. "Why exactly?" "A little bird has convinced them that you're after Gabe for power and influence." "That's asinine," I scoffed. "If I wanted that, wouldn't I be parading around the village to show off instead of hiding at the inn?" "You'd think so," Lucky said meaningfully, although she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the barista, and suddenly, I had a feeling that she'd brought me here for a reason.

Miss Oomf asked while smiling at me. "I'm Synecdoche Rochet," I introduce myself to everyone, I'm 45.37 percent introvert and 54.63 percent extrovert. I don't know if my calculations were objective or subjective but my formula was trust plus by ego, superego, and ID divided by pre-conventional, conventional, and post-conventional raise to the power of 26 equals connection. "Your spelling is correct." My classmates immediately applauded. Their claps are overwhelming giving me a grand celebration inside my ear.

Honesty really hurts, but it was nice to know that at least one of us is being honest. That’s why I never doubted Lily. She was the most honest person I’ve known. I don’t even know why she wasn’t acting as the leader of the group, when she was perfect for the role. She was an introvert, very quiet and doesn’t talk about herself much, but once she opens her mouth, she’ll either leave you in awe or hurt. She’s either nice or cruel, there will be no in between when it comes to her.