Unlucky Book Novels & Stories

I froze outside the door, silently lowering the hand I had raised to knock. After that, I quietly went to the hospital and ended the life of the unborn child. He came up with all sorts of excuses to refuse me, yet he was willing to have a child with another she-wolf. The thought alone sent a deep sense of disappointment creeping into my heart. That night, Nora sent me a photo. It was a screenshot of a chat. She and Ethan were excitedly discussing which brand of baby formula to buy. A few minutes later, she deleted the screenshot and apologized to me, saying, "Oops, sorry, Lucy! I sent that by mistake. You probably didn't see it, right?"

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Watching. The cage might gleam gold — but the wolves circled close. The laughter from her quip still echoed when Valentina reached for the tray. The envelope was crisp, heavy, the kind of paper that whispered money and power. Her crimson nails slid beneath the flap. Inside, a single card. No greeting. No signature. Just four words in a hand she didn’t know but already feared: “Blood remembers its own.” Her breath caught. For a moment, the golden hall blurred. The laughter, the music, the crystal — it all thinned into smoke. She felt his eye again, watching, pressing, claiming.

Pulling out the book I make my way down to Rae handing it to her. She looks surprised while taking the book and instantly sits down at one of the tables. Nathan and I sit down across from her as she flips through the pages. I watch as her eyebrows furrow as she intently reads. It seems she doesn’t like what she sees. “Is there something wrong?” She continues looking at the book “Are there any books about plants and oils with their benefits? Maybe even cooking or pharmaceutical books about them?” as she continues to read the book in front of her.

Then they’d watched, certain little Ruan, who’d christened herself Lucky— the Killer, Lucky the Devil— at the not-so-tender age of ten, would meet the same fate as the infamous Goddess: a life of struggle and sadness followed by an early exit at twenty-four. But why think about that now? she wondered as she ignored the ghost whispering from the shadows, another cigarette shoved between her lips, the phosphorous flame jumping as she struck the match. Lucky the Shadow, said the thing snarling from the corner.

"Seems like you're the lucky one. As for me... I guess I'm the unlucky one." Iris smiled gently. "Why don't you listen to the King's proposal first, then decide whether you're lucky or unlucky?" She handed out the ancient book, its cover glowing with a mysterious light as if it held some powerful magical force within. "This is the book the King has given you," Iris said softly. "It’s a treasure used to transmit information. Only those who work closely with the King and Queen are eligible to possess it. If there’s an urgent message, the book will shake on its own. You can open it and see for yourself—His Majesty left a message for you inside."

Despite her words, Felicity was still smiling, clearly used to her friends’ questions. Lucy took out the book she’d gotten at Alex’s bookstore. “You have a great selection of old-school romances. I couldn’t believe it when I saw this one on your shelf.” “You were in the store? I must’ve been on break.” Alex took the book and started laughing. “I know this one! The cover is fantastic. Look at the unicorn in the corner. Why the hell is there a unicorn? It’s set in New Orleans in 1885!” “Do you ever need a reason for unicorns?” said Gwen.

Perhaps. Was it worth it? Yes. With a chuckle, I stood slowly, and the room quieted without command. Even the TV seemed to hush. From my jacket pocket, I pulled a leather-bound book, aged in the way you can’t fake, with corners worn and scent of cedar. I handed it to her without flourish. “What is this?” she asked, eyes scanning me, soft but curious. “Open it.” She flipped the cover. On the first page, hand-written in gold ink, were the words: Three Wishes.

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.

Ember Thanking my lucky stars for having a best friend like Gracie, I jumped in and told her everything. Once I had spilled my guts and was lying broken and bleeding on the floor, Gracie cleared her throat. “So let me get this straight. You find out your boyfriend’s dad is dying, but your boyfriend doesn’t know, and you don’t tell him. Instead, you orchestrate a meeting for them in a place they both hold sacred when you know he’s not talking to his dad, and now you’re hoping they haven’t killed each other?”