Did anyone win Powerball jackpot last night, June 16, 2025? Winning numbers, lottery results
The Powerball lottery jackpot continues to grow after no one matched all six numbers from Saturday night's drawing.
Grab your tickets and check your numbers to see if you're the game's newest millionaire.
Here are the numbers for Monday, June 16, Powerball jackpot worth an estimated $90 million with a cash option of $40.7 million.
The winning numbers for Monday night's drawing were 17, 21, 23, 27, 52, and the Powerball is 19. The Power Play was 5X.
Powerball, Mega Millions: Want to win the lottery? Here are luckiest numbers, places to play
No one matched all six numbers to win the Powerball jackpot.
No tickets matched all five numbers except for the Powerball worth $1 million.
Double Play numbers are 32, 42, 52, 55, 56, and the Powerball is 18.
Zero tickets matched all six numbers, and no one matched all five numbers except for the Powerball worth $500,000.
Powerball winner? Lock up your ticket and go hide. What to know if you win the jackpot
You only need to match one number in Powerball to win a prize. However, that number must be the Powerball worth $4. Visit powerball.com for the entire prize chart.
Matching two numbers won't win anything in Powerball unless one of the numbers is the Powerball. A ticket matching one of the five numbers and the Powerball is also worth $4. Visit powerball.com for the entire prize chart.
Powerball numbers you need to know: These most commonly drawn numbers could help you win
The Powerball jackpot for Wednesday, June 18, 2025, grows to an estimated $101 million with a cash option of $45.7 million, according to powerball.com.
Drawings are held three times per week at approximately 10:59 p.m. ET every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday.
A single Powerball ticket costs $2. Pay an additional $1 to add the Power Play for a chance to multiply all Powerball winnings except for the jackpot. Players can also add the Double Play for one more $1 to have a second chance at winning $10 million.
Mega Millions numbers: Anyone win Friday night's drawing?
Friday night's winning numbers were 8, 10, 22, 40, 47, and the Mega Ball was 1.
The Mega Millions jackpot for Tuesday's drawing continues to grow at an estimated $280 million with a cash option of $126.1 million after no one matched all six numbers to win the Mega Millions jackpot, according to megamillions.com.
Here is the list of 2025 Powerball jackpot wins, according to powerball.com:
$328.5 million — Jan. 18; Oregon.
$526.5 million — March 29; California
$167.3 million — April 26; Kentucky.
$204.5 million — June 1; California.
Here are the all-time top 10 Powerball jackpots, according to powerball.com:
$2.04 billion — Nov. 7, 2022; California.
$1.765 billion — Oct. 11, 2023; California.
$1.586 billion — Jan. 13, 2016; California, Florida, Tennessee.
$1.326 billion — April 6, 2024; Oregon.
$1.08 billion — July 19, 2023; California.
$842 million — Jan. 1, 2024; Michigan.
$768.4 million — March 27, 2019; Wisconsin.
$758.7 million — Aug. 23, 2017; Massachusetts.
$754.6 million — Feb. 6, 2023; Washington.
$731.1 million — Jan. 20, 2021; Maryland.
Powerball numbers: Anyone win Saturday night's drawing?
Here are the nation's all-time top 10 Powerball and Mega Millions jackpots, according to powerball.com:
$2.04 billion, Powerball — Nov. 7, 2022; California.
$1.765 billion, Powerball — Oct. 11, 2023; California.
$1.586 billion, Powerball — Jan. 13, 2016; California, Florida, Tennessee.
$1.58 million, Mega Millions — Aug. 8, 2023; Florida.
$1.537 billion, Mega Millions — Oct. 23, 2018; South Carolina.
$1.35 billion, Mega Millions — Jan. 13, 2023; Maine.
$1.337 billion, Mega Millions — July 29, 2022; Illinois.
$1.326 billion, Powerball — April 6, 2024; Oregon
$1.22 billion, Mega Millions — Dec. 27, 2024; California.
$1.13 billion, Mega Millions — March 26, 2024; New Jersey.
Chris Sims is a digital content producer at Midwest Connect Gannett. Follow him on Twitter: @ChrisFSims.
This article originally appeared on Indianapolis Star: Powerball June 16, 2025: Winning numbers, lottery drawing jackpot results
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