Unlucky Charms Novels & Stories

Debbie turns to the fortune teller she asks a bit emotional "so, what do you think, can you save my daughter? " The fortune-teller sits up straight "Your daughter possesses a lot of things, and as she grows older more weird things would begin to happen, I don't know if she's a witch or a demon or a supernatural being, what I know is, the only way to stop her from seeing things or having to do things is if she wears a special charm" "And how much will this special charm cost?" John asks rather blunt "Oh it would cost you nothing" Debbie begins to thank her "But there is a catch though "

Because of Mara, my fortune cookie stall turned into a viral hotspot, and I became the face of cold-blooded cruelty. Some people tried to sneak in and buy her a fortune cookie. However, the moment one of them handed me a birth chart, I saw right through it. "That’s not yours. That’s Mara Kessler’s. I’m not selling." Others tried to prove me wrong. They even brought a girl with the exact same name and birth details as Mara. "My name and birth chart are identical to hers. If I eat it and get pregnant, then you have to sell her one. Mara, if this helps you, I’m willing to get pregnant!"

Relaxing on the couch in Raymond's apartment, engrossed in a mobile game, Brandon suddenly felt a tickle in his nose, breaking his concentration. But despite that, he was in a great mood. Ever since he snatched Oliver’s charm yesterday, his bad luck seemed to have vanished. This feeling was much more comfortable. But his good mood only lasted for three days. On the fourth day, his bad luck returned. Worse yet, he discovered that the charm he had kept tucked inside his clothes had turned to ashes. It confirmed his suspicion—Lindsay’s charms were the only thing that could ward off his misfortune. So, he called Oliver again.

I'm a good luck charm to my wife by nature. After marrying me, Heather Seymour, who's crippled because of a car crash, miraculously stands up on her own and gets to ditch the wheelchair. On top of that, her business is booming as well. In less than half a year, she successfully establishes her own company. After Heather's company goes public, she tells me with a smile that she wants to give me a huge gift at the celebration party. I'm filled with anticipation, thinking that Heather finally wants to fulfill her promise of having a child with me. But instead, Heather is seen lacing fingers with her subordinate, Lucas Mallard, at the celebration party. Not only does she announce her relations

My body tilted to focus on the figures dancing away on the dance floor and the urge to join them, dance away my unhappiness and forget my gay boyfriend crept into my heart and like a spark, it ignited the wild side of me. Like a drunkard, I began staggering to the dance floor, my legs wobbly and eyes dizzy but I'm not one to give up, since I wish to dance, then I have to but I didn't expect to collide with someone. My face crunched in a frown as I raised my head to scold the ignorant person, but the face… “Darm! Handsome, are you a stripper? Why don't you come strip for me? I promise to pay you!”

At three months, it was usually too early to tell, but with how slim Jayde was, she didn’t look pregnant at all. I smiled back at her and said softly, "If wearing yours isn’t doing much, and I forgot mine today anyway, why don’t you let me borrow yours for a day?" The moment the words left my mouth, her expression changed. Her face tightened, and she said seriously, "I had these charms made based on our birth charts. They’re different for each person. Wearing mine wouldn’t do anything for you." The anonymous user had told me there were two charms. The one Jayde wore could release the child’s life essence, while mine absorbed it.

She held it out to me, her hands trembling slightly. "This is from my family," she said, offering it to me. "I’ve carried it with me for years. I thought... maybe it would help you find peace here. It’s small, but it’s a reminder that not everyone believes the lies." I took the charm, feeling its weight in my palm. It was a delicate silver pendant, shaped like a crescent moon, with tiny beads that caught the light. A symbol of protection, I realized, of someone wanting to offer me a small piece of comfort in a place that still felt strange to me.

"Honey, I bought this for you. Here. If I gamble, I'll definitely have good luck, won't I?" I smiled as I took it. "Of course. You'll have all the luck in the world." Then I added, sweetly, "And Honey, you want your parents to be healthy and live long, full lives, don't you?" Clutching the locket and bangle, lost in fantasies of wealth, he replied carelessly, "Of course." That night, I bought him a ticket to a casino notorious for its shady dealings. Through the barrage, I watched it all unfold in real time.

AT THE RESORT’s Jamie and Diane go out to find a gift for Franz mother, sister, and children as they were at a mart they are sharing ideas on what suitable thing to buy for them and they come up with the most valuable things because as Jamie look at it they are blessed with all the stuff. For Mrs. Ribbs, we choose a rose bouquet soap flower, for Freya- a hydroponic terrarium container light, for his children’s Frianna- wooden carving music box while Claire's chooses a smartwatch. I don’t know what they want but because I’m so nervous I need to be satisfied with what I give them as a gift.

"Yeah, and misfortune follows me around like a shadow." Aster stopped mixing the berries. "Why?" "Duh, my luck at love is like a violet moon," she grimaced. "Nonexistent." "So do I," he claimed. "Tch, liar. I doubt it. You had Bliss, remember? Where's the misfortune in that?" He sighed, reaching out and pinching her nose. "You're too sure of everything that's uncertain, darling." D-darling? She slapped his hand away in surprise. "What was that for?!" She shrieked. Aster froze, gulping after realizing what he just did.