The Lucky Ones Novel Novels & Stories

“Come on Trouble, let’s go get Onyx and Lilly.” They went out to where the group was and she smiled softly seeing Lucian there as well slightly leaning against Daemon. “Hey Sweet Boy,” She said hoarsely when she spotted Onyx in a corner neighing loudly at the men. He instantly calmed down and nudged her then pulled her into him when she stepped up to him. “Mommy!” Lilly smiled emerging from behind him. “Hi Mommy.” “Thank fucking goodness,” Lucian sighed as Lilly came up to Jasmine and hugged her tightly.

"We already know why we're here don't we? Every year, a man I will introduce soon enough dutifully organizes charity events like this one to give us the opportunity to pool in our resources to help the very communities that raised us." He paused to take a sip of water. Charlotte shifted in her seat, trying to remain in a ladylike position. She just felt so many eyes on her from the audience. It made her feel so self-conscious. "I don't know about you but that just feels so darn good. Now, without further ado, I present to you the key man behind all this, who is also single, might I add, Prince Lucas Caron." Charlotte was a bit surprised when the blue-eyed man who sat beside her stood just as

By this time, Lucky had fallen asleep while watching her cartoon. While Luke excused himself to go to his friends, Camila took Lucky to bed. Despite the day’s sad beginning, it seemed that God planned for other good things as now she was the owner of a big house. This should call for a celebration but sadly she was all alone, so alone with no one to share this day with.

In my past life, my memory had worsened after I'd lent Whitney my luck, and misfortune had followed me everywhere. Even though I still had some of my luck, half had gone to Whitney. That left me with only half. Indeed, my luck wasn't unlimited. Once it was gone, it was over. That was what the fortune-teller had told me, looking deadly serious. So I could only rely on hard work. It didn't bother me because I didn't regret lending my luck to Whitney before. She'd deserved it because she'd given me the warmth I desperately needed at that time. From that moment on, though, we would walk our separate paths.

Oh, I wish I could roll my eyes. I immediately went to the romance novel section. It's been a while since I have read a full novel about a fictional love story. I enjoy reading a lot. Especially years ago when I was about to get married and when Lucas was my fiancé. Everything was a dream during that time of my life. Not knowing that it'll all be ruined on the very day of my supposed wedding. Well, what can I say. I'm an unlucky bitch when it comes to love. “Unique?”

Mina asked, crossing her arms waiting on Lucky to answer. “First of that’s not true I have friends and I said OUR old friends.” “Lucky stop beating around the damn bush none of us have friends in prison, hell you’re the only criminal we know except…..” Ji’lahni said, stopping as her eyes grew wide in first, shock then fear. Mina looked at Lucky then at Ji’lahni who looked like she had just watched a scary movie. Mina frowned, about to ask what the hell is going on because she wasn’t fucking getting it. Then suddenly her eyes widen and she turned her eyes slowly back to Lucky shaking her head. “Lucky, No.” “Surprise! Yay!” Lucky said softly waving her hands like she was cheering, knowing that

But she kept it all in. “Is it hard?” L asked again. Patrice looked at him with confused eyes. “What do you mean?” She asked. L shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean you being alone all your life, standing on your own and making money for yourself. Is it hard?” He asked. Patrice chuckled. “Way beyond hard.” She replied. “You are lucky you don’t have to go through all those things.” She added. L looked at her. “Yeah. But that’s not everything. For me, you are luckier.” HE said.

Meanwhile, my sister-in-law, who lived on fried chicken and soda, stayed graceful and started dating a wealthy heir. According to the story's end, I would lose every last scrap of my siphoned luck, be diagnosed with cancer, and then be hit by a delivery truck while crossing the street. I splashed my face with cold water again and again, trying to drown the panic smothering me. Thank God I'd seen those comments. I could not let them keep stealing my fate. If they weren't going to be sincere with me, then they would pay. I pressed the flush. That worthless piece of plastic—the symbol of Tristan's promotion and his cheap, performative affection—swirled down, destined for the same place as his c