11:11 Wishes Novels & Stories

Marry me, and then I will forgive you. “So you got angry just because I didn’t answer your question? If I answer your question and say that I’m jealous then you will not be happy. Samuel Wijaya is your best friend. So I can’t be jealous of him. That’s why I didn’t answer.” Happy Reading See you, and thanks for reading Make A Wish.

"And if your brothers are no longer genies, they can't be demura either." Laeddin stood. "That's not a bad idea, but I don't know - " There was Gatsby's other idea. "Can I wish your brothers' lamps back? Undestroy them?" Laeddin shook his head. "That sounds like a great idea, but it wouldn't work." "Why not? All I'd have to do is say I wish - " Laeddin placed a hand over my mouth. "Stop." I pulled his hand away. "You have to be careful with your wishes. If you wished that, time could reverse, or volcanoes could erupt. The world could split. Everything could change." His eyes were frightened. "Don't ever make a wish unless you talk to me about it first. Okay."

Juniper 11:59pm. That was the time on my phone. Exactly 24 hours had passed since I had turned 19, and nothing that had happened had turned out the way I had expected. I set my phone down with a sigh, my eyes scanning the stars above me, waiting and hoping to see a shooting star, or a comet, or… something… I could make a wish on, something that I could pin my hopes on for the coming year.

Sherly smiled at him with her fluffy eyes. Seeing her like this, the caretaker's heart softened, and in response, the caretaker offered her unexpected advice. "Remember, dear, a wish is only granted when the one who makes it is willing to face it," he said, his voice carrying a hint of wisdom. "Sometimes, the path to fulfillment is not easy, but facing your wishes head-on is the first step towards making them come true."

I completely turn my back on where Jesse and Veronica are sitting together—she’s practically in his lap at this point—and I look at Quill, “Do you want to sneak out and see if we can meet Beth?” “We could,” he frowns, “but don’t you have guard duty today?” “What?” He’s pointing at my schedule, which is tucked into my back pocket, “You’ve got the star.” “Oh, crap,” I take out the schedule and stare at the star. “This thing keeps changing every week. How’re we supposed to keep up with this? And where do they even find the time to change every schedule every week?” Quill grins. “Maybe they hate us and get their jollies messing with our heads on a weekly basis.”

“SEVEN WISHES! Then hear me Gods above, these are my wishes…” “I wished to be reborn and given a second chance! I wished to become the most beautiful woman that ever existed! To have an incredible reputation in both wealth! And fame! To have a great and loving family and not like the shiity one I had! To find love and marry the most handsome man ever! Let me experience the wildest FANTASIES!!!”

--- Do you guys want to see MeSsio's dreamy wedding, or do you want to know who stole those hot, sexy men from the border? Whisper: *I wish it was me, *sobs**

“Can I have one wish? Just one? And if you will ask me if I could have that wish. What do you think will I wish for?” The question that she was sure then that she answered truthfully, with the beat of her heart and wants to have and to belong. “Well, I wouldn’t wish for the stars, the moon, nor the sun. Nothing nor anything from this world. Especially not an endless life. But for twelve months a year, thirty days a month, seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day, sixty minutes an hour, and sixty seconds a minute to be with and selfishly to the one I love till death do we part.”

“You’re in our world now. Wishes can come true. If I were you, I’d grab the opportunity.” “But would it still count, since it isn’t my birthday anymore?” I ask. “I say it’s worth a try,” Ariah urges. “We take wishes seriously around here. Now make one, and make it good.” “And most importantly, don’t tell anyone,” Nate adds. I sigh, leaning forward, and close my eyes. There’s a lot I can wish for. Yet the only thing I want more than anything right now is for my new friends to be the real deal. I won’t be able to handle any more heartbreak. Or more stagnant relationships that do more harm than anything.

I whispered to myself, the name feeling foreign now. I faced the moon, hands clasped in prayer, making my silent wish. This year's anniversary wish was to leave successfully, to never again have to hear their thoughts. [Countdown: three days.]