The Lucky One Novel Novels & Stories

“Like you do, you’re a joke Nico. One should marry for love, passion and intelligence not for an alliance. We could do it some other way and fuck the Gianluca’s we don’t need their alliance. We could kill every last fucking one of them, that whore of yours included and then you will have everything you want.” My blood is beyond boiling point. And why do I even care right now what words they use, what they think about her? They are right, Lucky is a Gianluca, they are scum, but they hold the other half of the city I want to conquer. The city that by rights should be mine. My phone vibrates in my hand, it’s a message from my detail. Lucky has just left the property; she had a driver come and g

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

Funny the things you only realize once your mate is gone and you can think about something else. I was greeted with lots of hugs and greetings by some wonderful women. The Luna and Laura both encouraged me to eat and Laura whispered I needed to eat more. I was happy to see Reese, Clara, Sophia, Caroline, Sarah, and Margo all had made it with a few people I wasn’t sure of. The Luna quickly introduced me to two wives of other nearby packs who had arrived late last night and I did my best to greet them now apologizing for how I dressed.

Lucky? They didn’t know him. They didn’t know the cold, detached man who would leave his sick wife alone but rush across the city to cradle another woman like she was made of glass. I let out a bitter laugh under my breath, catching their attention briefly. One of them glanced at me, confused, but I ignored her. Lucky? No. I was the lucky one. Lucky to finally be free of a man who could never love me the way I loved him. I pulled the test results from my purse, unfolded them slowly, and stared at the cold, printed words again.

Book two of the ' Second Chance Séries ' ** Chapter one ; I got my Revenge In the basement laid a young woman in her late thirties, barely unconscious, on a filthy mattress. She had a jagged scar running from her left eyelid to the right side of her face. Her nose was bleeding profusely, and her face was pale. One could hardly hear the words leaving her mouth as multiple men assaulted her. It happened every day for ten years. That was how long she had been stuck, maybe. It was karma paying her for her deeds.

Seven years with Luke Bates, and he still can't remember that I have a seafood allergy. Yet he treats that faded lucky charm locket in his car like a sacred treasure. Inside lies a note that says, "May God bless that specific someone with top marks. If it works, I'll go vegan for three months." Luke calls it a prank by his high school buddy and tells me not to get jealous over nothing right before we register our marriage. I believe him, happily pouring my heart into planning our wedding. Then comes today. I accompany him back to his hometown for a banquet, only for a woman in a floral dress to burst through the door with tears pooling in her eyes. The elders pulled her over, their fac

Lily had moved away and started a new life, hoping to leave her past behind. She had met new people and started a new job, but she still felt lonely at times. That's when she met David, a kind and caring man who made her feel alive again. They had met at a coffee shop, and they hit it off right away. Lily: Hi, is this seat taken? David: No, it's all yours. Lily: Thanks. David: You look like you could use some company. Mind if I join you?

Letting go, that's the answer, releasing the figure of Febri who looks evil but kind like a protector, and releases the figure of Hery who looks good, pious but like an angel of death. Living alone in a boarding house, far from mom, far from stepfather, far from family who are like Sintia's enemies. Focus on studying and studying and looking for friends who are always there. Kiki, Maria, Chess, Afifa and Lia. Maybe until God gives me the figure of a handsome prince, on a white horse, who will declare love and protect me.

Lucky pulled the clothes on one side to cover her body, and her face was a little ashamed and resentful. 'Sister Kristen, have you seen enough?' Kristen Oliver tilted his eyes slightly and began with a heavy voice. 'Didn't you ask me to help you? How can I help you if you don't say anything? ' Lucky turns his eyes to Kristen Oliver. He is a little surprised. 'Sister Kristen, will you help me?' Kristen Oliver said in a cold tone, 'I'm not a good person. If you want me to help you, you have to pay a price. You are so smart that you should know what I want. '

Tell me to trust my husband and stop asking questions I have no business asking. My mother loves reminding me that I'm lucky. Lucky Marco married me. Lucky he gave Isabella a name. Lucky I have this big house and nice clothes and everything I could possibly need. She loves reminding me that I could have had nothing. That I could have been cast out, alone, raising a bastard child with no money and no future. She's right, of course. I am lucky. I should be grateful. But lying here in the dark, knowing there's a killer in the room next to mine, grateful is not what I'm feeling.