Unscramble Lottery Novels & Stories

Suddenly, it all clicked. Scratching my lottery tickets myself meant that I could siphon Yelena's luck back from her!

he asked, his eyes wide with panic. I pulled a ticket from my pocket and tossed it to him. He looked at it and immediately protested, "Shirley, this isn't the right number! You promised to return everything! Where's your honesty?" "Aren't they all just lottery tickets? What's the difference?" I replied. He lost it and shouted, "That ticket's different! It was a winner! I paid for it, so the money is mine! Give it back!" Mike had always acted cool and calm. But now, over a lottery ticket, he was going nuts.

Loud, deep rumbling noises soon boomed from the exterior of my courtyard. The noises instantly attracted everyone's attention. They could see nine cars being parked outside my house. Almost immediately, the originally boisterous atmosphere became eerily silent. When Nathan's men moved brand-new electrical appliances such as a fridge, television, and washing machine—which were still tied up in red ribbons—into the courtyard, someone gasped out loud. The silence was instantly broken. "Is… Is that a television?"

I did not think that I would be chosen again in another lucky draw. The lottery machine on the screen began to spin again. [Three, two, one, stop—]

“Hey, old lady! What are you still doing here? Take your money and get lost!” Felix also glared at me. “Let me tell you something. The deal is signed. Even if you change your mind now, it’s too late.” I smiled and said, “I’m just waiting here to watch you two regret it.” As soon as he finished speaking, two officials from the state lottery agency walked in. “Mr. Perkins, you have been operating in violation of regulations. We are hereby confiscating your unlawful proceeds and revoking your shop’s license to sell scratch-off tickets.”

And I had no idea where that left me in the equation… I tried to get some more homework done, but that turned out to be utterly useless. I got up and went to the kitchen to get myself some painkillers for my head when I noticed, that Cedrick hadn’t left the house before leaving me with a huge stack of papers on the kitchen table. A yellow sticker attached to it: “SORT THESE!” I groaned. I knew what it was. It was a list of people who transferred out of or into the pack. Scouts, travelers, workers… Basically, anyone going across the borders needed papers and permission from the alpha of both packs to be there. Meaning my Luna responsibilities had officially started.

I spun around and bolted for the fire exit. I had to find evidence. I had to find something that proved Lydia was real. The money was fake. The person was fake. However, what about the lottery ticket? That was a first-prize lotto ticket. It was the national lottery. There was no way Austin could have bought that off, too, right? I remembered the day Lydia won. She had waved the ticket in front of me for ages. I had memorized the numbers. Red balls: 03, 07, 15, 19, 25, 33.

"Cathy, don't call me stingy—this lottery ticket's worth a million! I already scratched half of it for you, carefully eliminating all the wrong choices. Whatever's left is all yours to win." I reached out instinctively for the half-scratched ticket… then froze and hurriedly dropped it. The clock on the wall read eleven o'clock—exactly half an hour before my death. No one knew I had been reborn. Today was supposed to be my eighteenth birthday, a coming-of-age celebration. My parents had invited all the relatives. Among them was my cousin, who had always looked down on me—and now he was humiliating me with a half-scratched lottery ticket.

Grandma had pointed at her and screamed, calling her a self-righteous lunatic. "You either love a child, or you don’t. Why are you hiding behind this lottery nonsense? If you don’t want Silas Vale, I’ll take him back to the countryside right now. Otherwise, throw away that damned lottery box and love both children together!" Mom had sneered back coldly. "How I love my children is none of your business. I love both of them, of course. But there will always be bias. That can’t be controlled. "That’s exactly why I bought the lottery box to truly be fair. If they want something, they rely on their own luck. Their father and I won’t interfere. If he can’t draw the long stick, that just means he’s

Heron “So your telling me the most eligible bachelor in the country proposes to you and you say no?” the exasperation in Clem’s voice was a welcomed comfort on this rather drab morning. It had not stopped raining, and I had to take off my display cases, that would barely fend against the wind. Though being under the canopy meant they weren’t drenched to the bone. Clem looked stary eyes as she rested her hands beneath her chin, her braids swooped up in an intricate bun, “You have to go back and say yes.”