ืnovel Lucky Novels & Stories

He turned the book around and in a trembling voice he read aloud. “Lucky – pot – cabin – lake – yours” The book clattered to the floor as it fell from his trembling hands. He turned around to face me, the paleness of his face scared me. “Bella, my mother’s nickname for me was Lucky…we need to head to the shadowlands.” I reached out and took his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. He gripped it back and said to Padgett, “thank you,” and reached into his pocket to offer her a handful of gems which could buy and sell the whole town.

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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.

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.

HE said. Patrice gave him a sheer look. “What do you mean?” She asked. L smiled. “You are an orphan. You grew up in an orphanage. You were released when you are legal. You were able to stand up for yourself. You were able to send yourself to school. You are even excelling at school even if you have a job. You made it. Don’t you think that’s luck as well?” He asked. Patrice was shocked to hear all those words from L. He was just too sensible today. Or at least this time. He says the right words. Those right comforting words that she ever badly want to hear. Just awesome.

EMBER “Happy birthday to you,” Gracie said, raising her glass of champagne toward me. “I hope all your dreams come true this year.” “Thank you.” I smiled, clinking my glass against hers. We had completed our trek to New York and moved into our loft that week. It was all finally starting to feel real, and it was thrilling.

Dimitri crouched beside them. “And we stay ready.” Because outside those doors—beyond the cameras—something was already shifting. Not retreat. Not silence. A storm gathering answers of its own. It didn’t take long. By the time they reached the penthouse, the city had begun to shift. Lena’s team flooded the upstairs sitting room—phones alive with calls, screens blooming with headlines: “Petrova Speaks: The Blood Feud Behind the Fortune” “Zoe Volkov: The Heir the Old Guard Couldn’t Erase”

Oh, I wish I could roll my eyes. I immediately went to the romance novel section. It's been a while since I have read a full novel about a fictional love story. I enjoy reading a lot. Especially years ago when I was about to get married and when Lucas was my fiancé. Everything was a dream during that time of my life. Not knowing that it'll all be ruined on the very day of my supposed wedding. Well, what can I say. I'm an unlucky bitch when it comes to love. “Unique?”

After a rather embarrassing checkout we head back to Annie’s house where she promptly gets on the intercom, “George! Bedroom! Five minutes!” She tosses me a wink and disappears, leaving me to take my new toys to the bedroom. I pull out the blue man book and toss the rest of the bags under the bed before sitting down and cracking it open. The first few chapters were a bit much and I almost stopped reading, but once I got to the horns as handlebars scene I was hooked. I didn’t even notice James come in and lay beside me until he snorts, “what’s the point of a spur on his dick?”

The rain had subsided a little, but still not stopped and I wanted to keep my semi-dry condition. Answer a call, hold your cell phone to your ear. "Hi Eve." “Oh god, Grace, Grace, Grace! You will never guess what happened to me today! " I leaned against the cold stone facade. "Your chips are running low and they were sold out in the supermarket?" "What? No! I smoked out a Nest Minors today! " I made a face. I hated those little critters. These little rat-like descendants were the relatively harmless proles there were, but if you found them in whole nests, you could get into a lot of trouble.