A Lady's Guide To Fortune Hunting Novels & Stories

Moreover, Alex disliked this lady. “Are you a native from outside? You sure have some powerful abilities to be able to get here.” The lady stood tall and arrogant as a goddess would. “Do you know where this is?” Alex asked, “Isn’t this Yukon?” The lady nodded. “That’s right. It seems like you’re here to search for the Great Opportunity. Fine, I’ll grant you something. We’re missing a butler anyway.” “I see that your body’s quite special. I’ll grant you the handyman position so you can stand up. Kneel, and thank me for my generosity!”

I curiously asked the woman, and she smiled at me, “I'm sorry, but I don't, dear.” “Oh, okay. But do you know anything, whatever things that could make a person less b*tchy or some sort? Like... like a technique that I could do to make the person I like to like me back?” I kept inquiring about things from the fortune-teller, and I could see in my peripheral vision that my soulmate had been in her cranky mode. The woman let out a soft laugh, and I noticed that Sydney had taken the money and was about to leave.

If she had never accepted Hank’s pursuit and had left her job at the first signs of it, she would not have ended up like this. Liberty was much luckier than she was. At least Liberty had escaped the flaming pit that was the Brown family. Jessica had jumped into it, while Liberty had jumped out. Now, Liberty had married Duncan, and just like Serenity, her fortune had turned vastly for the better, essentially overnight. People with good fortune would quickly see their destinies shift, even after going through some hardships. God had been overly kind to the Hunt sisters. They had been given the best, the most excellent men; others were envious and jealous of them, and maybe even hated them.

Suddenly, beads smack against the doorway, and a figure dramatically slinks in, as if auditioning to be Madonna. I lean back on two chair legs, thoroughly amused. "What the..." Lincoln trails off, his eyebrows furrowed. The woman's eyes are adorned with smoky purple makeup, and she heads towards our table. Patrice gestures to the woman. "This is Tamera the Fortunate, my sister-in-law. All readings are complimentary with your meals. Good luck, and I'll be back with your drinks and food." Davin mutters to me, "Yeah, I'm not feeling this place."

The subject line alone made my heart stop. "Did you see this?!" My hands shook as I clicked on the link she sent. The page loaded, and there it was—a headline plastered across the top of one of those gossip sites that you’d swear only existed to ruin people’s lives: "Arthur Stone’s Marriage: A Business Deal?!"

She cupped her chin and glanced at their intertwined fingers, saying mysteriously, “You’re newlyweds, right? You’re quite well-matched. Unfortunately, there’s a calamity in your fate, making it difficult for your relationship to last.” Mable froze, her expression changing slightly. Blair’s expression also shifted, and he narrowed his eyes at her coldly. “In that case, how much money would it take to resolve this calamity?” The lady raised her brows, realizing he thought she was a scammer and said those words to cheat money. She clicked her tongue in disdain. Although it was true that she opened up a fortune-telling stall abroad to earn money from foreigners, her skills were real. Her words e

The woman was shrouded in darkness, and she wore a long black gown and a colorful cloak on top, complete with a knitted shawl that had sequins and shiny beads. “What brings you here is what leads you there. What do you want to know, little girl?” Her voice was deep and coarse. Scarlett noticed the Tarot cards on the table and realized that the woman was probably a fortune-teller of some kind. She dragged the chair and sat casually opposite her. She looked up and found the price list behind the woman. She took out a fifty-dollar bill, put it on the table, and said, “I think I have had misfortunes since I was little. And I’ve gotten into even more trouble recently. Am I cursed or something?

"I'll work for you under one condition." I say. "What's that?" "You'll marry me", He smirks revealing breathtaking dimples "Are you sure about that?." I pause for a moment then look straight into his eyes "I'm sure." I would marry Giovanni D'Errico and find a way to get back my fortune. Whatever it takes. Emily Rivera is trapped in a loveless marriage of three years with an unfaithful husband which eventually ends up in divorce papers. Devastated and heartbroken, she goes back to her parents' house and is even more devastated when she finds out her father was dead, she is hit with an even more shocking revelation, her father Alfonso Rivera had left behind a billion d

"Ursula, we'll keep walking like this. Always." I nodded with a small smile on my face, full of hope for what lay ahead. One day, I ran into Fiona at a high-end bar by accident. She was wearing revealing clothes and heavy makeup, laughing and drinking with a group of men. I couldn't exactly tell what I felt as I watched her in that moment. When she noticed me, there was surprise on her face before it turned into hatred and bitterness. "Are you happy seeing me like this? Tell me, why?! I regressed and was given a second chance in life! So, why did I still lose to you? What are you?!"