The Short Story Lottery の小説・ストーリー

oh". Dad didn’t know that years of lottery-based upbringing had already been carved into Asher’s bones. The side effects soon appeared. Dad suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage from overwork and was hospitalized. The nurse couldn’t reach Mom. So ten-year-old Asher was told to take Dad’s bank card to withdraw money to pay the hospital fees. Instead, Asher handed the lottery box to the nurse. "If you draw the long stick, I’ll listen to you and get the money. If you draw the short stick, then this card is mine. I want to buy nice sneakers."

However, the nurses weren't able to reach Mom, so they had no choice but to have Anabelle, who was ten years old, withdraw money from the bank to pay the hospital bill, since they only accepted cash here. However, Anabelle offered the lottery box to the nurse and said, "If you can draw the long stick, I will do as you say and get the money for you. But if you get the short stick, then this card is now mine, and I'm going to buy myself many pretty dresses with it!" The nurse found it weird, but she didn't think much about it and drew lots. When they saw that it was a short stick, Anabelle was overjoyed. "Yay! I won! I'm going to go shopping for clothes now!"

My parents used lottery tickets to decide our allowances because they wanted to train and educate my younger sister, Elena Carter, and me. Every week before we returned to school, we would be given five lottery tickets. Whatever amount we scratched would be our weekly allowance. Elena was always lucky. She would always win at least a hundred dollars, and she would spend the money on good meals, dresses, and even buying her roommates coffee. The most I had won was 15 dollars, and most of the day, all I got was a few dollars. At the height of my bad luck, all five lottery tickets would end up being losing tickets. I had to rely on the two dollars I managed to save last week. When I asked

Mom and Dad switch my and my brother's weekly allowances to a lottery ticket system to toughen us up. Each weekend, Daryl Gray and I get five scratch-off lottery tickets, and whatever we win becomes our allowance for the following week. Daryl is always lucky enough to win at least 150 dollars per ticket, which is enough for him to enjoy eating out, buying new sneakers, and even buying juices and snacks for his classmates. However, the most I have ever won is a single 50-dollar ticket. Usually, I'll only win about ten dollars in total, but if I'm really down on my luck, I won't even win a single dollar from them. If that happens, I'll have to rely on the extra five dollars I saved from th

She undid him with a single look. “I can’t take it anymore,” he muttered, grabbing his phone and making a call to someone . “Hello?” the vendor answered nervously. “It’s Zayden,” he said sharply. The man on the other end stammered. “Yes, sir. Anything you need.” “I need you to sell a lottery ticket to a couple—the ones living in house number 48, Second Cross, near the temple in your town. Make sure you give them the winning ticket, I’ll pay you. I don’t care what you do—rig the draw, manipulate the numbers—I want them to win big.”

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

I threw the bag and she caught it, with great difficulty though. Tana had texted me, she was close, we had to move quickly. But just then, there was a knock on the door... I froze. This cannot be good... ***********

Tyler purposefully raised his voice. "Hey, Lia, remember that time someone won a million bucks in the lottery?" Tyler pinched Liora's arm and winked at her. She quickly caught on and nodded, saying, "Of course, I do!" Overhearing their chat, Jade turned her focus to the lottery machine upon hearing about the million-dollar prize. 'Can a person win 1,000,000 dollars from this machine?' she wondered. Just as Jade was doubtful, Brandon said, "I know this! My friend won a few hundred dollars from this machine!"

- “Gain a chance to spin a Lottery!” Lottery is immediately appear in his system, the spinning machine is blocking his way and halted him in surprises. “What is this?” There's some strange item that he may possibly win if he spin the lottery. Respectively, they are: Wish, Life, Death, Strength, Potion, Mastery! “What are you doing?” She ask him, she's been observing how his face changes from terror to surprise. She assume...he got it big! “You sure are unbelievably weird!” She try to ignore him and walk away as he's in his own business.. But she sure is curious about what makes him in such delighful look.

It turned out that Mary had wanted me dead for a long time and intended to use my money to get a new daughter-in-law. I treated them like my own family, but they wanted to hurt me. I patted the lottery ticket in my bag. I was relieved that I had not told them I had won the lottery. Otherwise, they would have tortured me in more gruesome ways! I suppressed my anger and continued to eavesdrop at the door. Since I had found this out, I would not let them off the hook easily! “Mom, the tour guide isn’t sure if she’s truly dead,” Jared said. “Let me call Penny to confirm.”