Unlucky Synonym Novels & Stories

Anger and pure hatred. “Here in Las Vegas,” Lindsay began, her voice low but sharp, “it’s full of opportunistic people. They wait for an opportunity to climb, to win, to take what isn’t theirs.” She took a faltering step toward Karen. “I hate those people. But there’s one type of person I hate more.” Karen waited, her heart racing. “It’s the nice ones,” Lindsay continued, each word a stab. “The ones who feign empathy just to watch you suffer up close. The ones who offer help with that fake smile while rooting for you to fall.”

Abdul likes his boiled yam with sardine stew and I've come to like it over time. "I hope you know what this means," I lift my eyes and ask him what it means. "That you are an adultress. That you are a mini prostitute shrouding yourself with the cloak of marriage. My friends warned me but I refused, I said I loved you." I smile as i finish cutting another slice of yam. Love is too big a word to define what is between us, I don't say so, instead, I shut my mouth and keep peeling more slices.

Lucky's voice rang, carrying a hint of panic, "Mommy, he's lying to you! He's the one who killed you in our past life! If you weren't my actual mother, why would I help you so much? "The benefits I brought you were real!" Lucky was right. Within the three months he'd been guiding me, he'd managed to flip our family's assets tenfold. Sensing my hesitation, Lucky continued, "Mommy, you'll know who's truly good to you at the auction in three days!" Lucky sounded utterly confident, but Sunny shouted, "You can't go! You'll fall at the auction, leading to your miscarriage, and you'll bleed to death!"

Trailing off, I searched for the right word. I finally found it, but so did he, and somehow, we ended up saying it in unison. “Electric.” “Right,” I said, feeling like I’d just been zapped by something electric. Kaden laughed and took another sip of his water, which made the sudden awkwardness I felt disappear. “It feels like there’s possibility around every corner.” “It’s been a long time since I’ve thought of it that way,” he admitted, a wicked gleam entering his eyes. “Just be careful. A lot of those possibilities have diseases or will ghost you the second they pull out.”

Chapter 1 Luck is known to be a fickle creature appearing and disappearing at a whim, though there are those so-called fortune's favorites who seem permanently in her favor while others seem just as equally misfortune's favorites cursed with bad luck. But perception is a tricky thing; what may at first appear to be misfortune may in fact be just the luck someone needs and what may appear to be a lucky step may in fact be bad luck in deed. But that is luck, chaos personified.

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

She poured me a cup of warm tea, sat across from me on the couch, her eyes scanning my face like she was trying to read the untold stories behind every expression. I told her everything. I didn’t cry until I mentioned Solara. My best friend. The girl who held my bouquet at my wedding. The one I used to call my sister even with Elizabeth by my side. She slept with my husband. Elizabeth’s jaw clenched. Her hands balled into fists. “What a disgusting excuse of a man,” she muttered. “And that snake... I always knew there was something about her.” I laughed bitterly. “I didn’t. Not until I caught them. He called me bad luck, Liz. Said ever since he married me, everything went downhill. Like I was

People around whom the laws of probability stop behaving, bending, warping, and rearranging in ways no one can predict, measure, or pull back under control. He turned the page. In all of recorded history, only three Luck Bearers exist on the record, and every single one left the world unrecognizable behind them. Not through force. Not through brilliance. But through something far simpler and far more dangerous: the fact that they kept breathing. A Luck Bearer doesn't bend reality by will or design. Reality bends itself, almost eagerly, the moment they arrive. Small shifts at first, easy to dismiss, easy to explain away. Then the larger ones come. Those don't bend back.

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

"You're looking for a First Unfortunate?" A First Unfortunate? I recall a lesson about First Unfortunates. They handle most of their Fortunate's errands, attend most parties, and complete anything their Fortunate requested, both in and out of the bedroom. No other Fortunate can order a First Unfortunate around unless permitted by the owning Fortunate.