To Be Taught If Fortunate Novels & Stories

Drive recklessly and ruthlessly to ensure it is you who wins freedom. So gather what remains of your courage, students, and step onto the starting line. Your trials of blood and agony now truly begin. May fortune favor the foolish who dare challenge this wicked course. The race awaits. Best of luck~ ╘═══════════:۩:═════:۩:══════:۩:═══════════╛

Another battle with code. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes burned. But when her app finally compiled successfully, her heart fluttered. “It works…” she whispered to herself, smiling softly. Then, quieter: “Thank You, God. Please… let this be the start of something.” Her faith was faint, almost fragile—a whisper she wanted to believe but rarely had time to nurture. Across the hall, Amara Burnett lay sprawled in her silk sheets, her phone buzzing nonstop. BOARD REMINDER: Presentation at 3:00 PM. Please have your projections finalized.

I don’t think they knew what had just happened, other than something precious had been tantalisingly hung in front of them, and then cruelly snatched away. I sat back down by the fire and lit the pipe from my finger. And that’s how you teach people not to go around flaunting their good luck in front of those not so fortunate. Works like magic.

Even the teacher. "Let's play fortunately, unfortunately. We'll make a tale ourselves." "After that, we should play Tee or Dee" (Tee or Dee, meaning truth or dare game.) "Yeah!" "Yay! Woohoo!"They cheered. "I'll start."she said. I figured I would be the last. "Fortunately, we have survived three years together in this school." She began. "Unfortunately, things weren't really good, even now." "Fortunately, we have grown in both strength and wisdom."

But I quickly steadied myself and replied: "I just thought someone as young as you, who’s already made something of yourself on your own, would be wasting your potential as Rachel’s boy toy. I just wanted to say my piece, but in the end, the choice was yours. So, when faced with an offer too good to be true, what did you end up choosing?" It took a while, but eventually, he replied with just one word: "Thanks." Then, another message followed right after that. "If you ever need anything, just say the word."

"Thank you for everything you have done for me during this time. I… I'll find a way to repay you in the future." Without them, I would never have been able to finish school. From here on, I would simply have to rely on myself. I took a deep breath and was just about to turn and leave when their voices rang from behind me in unison. "Wait."

Oliver asked, "But we didn't even know that giving her our fortune was possible. If we agreed without knowing, would it still count?" Lindsay replied, “Of course it would. No matter how it’s asked, as long as you don’t have any thoughts of refusing and you verbally agree, the spell to transfer the fortune would take effect. “So, if anyone ever asks you, ‘Can you lend me some of your luck? Can I borrow some of your fortune? Or can I share your good fortune?’ think carefully about how you respond. Sometimes you might think it’s just a joke, but it could very well be real.

You didn't consider the fact that he could be the one running for his life and somehow the gods led him to us. If you're still doubtful, I want you to think deeply about one thing; Second Chance. Think about the second chance you may have granted unto this young man, the opportunity to live again that you may have blessed him with. If you can look at the bright side of this situation, we have a new member added unto us.

I walked day and night for 2 days without any food to eat and water to drink but whenever I looked at my son I gained hope to keep pushing until that morning you came to our rescue. I have never thanked you enough . You came to us when we were hopeless, desperate and had nowhere to go. I never thought good people still existed until when I met you. I never thought I would meet such a handsome young wealthy man who will show me and my son affection the way you have done all along.

"Fortune. Don't get in my way or else, wench." "Ms. Fortune, behave. That is no way to say that to our newest student. Don't forget, she's one of us now," Ada kindly reprimanded. "Yes, Professor Ada," the rebel-looking ravenette sighed dejectedly, becoming a little concord to Ada's command. Scarlett didn't think that much about Fortune. She was still thinking back to what Professor Ada articulated just seconds ago. 'One of us?' She never thought it would ever be phrased like that. It was just a class. With only 5 students, including herself. What's so special about this so-called 'Specials Class' anyway?