11:11 Wishes Novels & Stories

Maybe they'll also have a beautiful end after all this suffering. "Make a wish." He said suddenly. She looked astonished at his sudden suggestion. "What?" She scoffed and gave him a weird look. "Make a wish." He repeated as he nodded, sounding pretty serious. "...ok..." She said and found his request a little weird. They both closed their eyes and made a wish. She bit her lower lip and clenched her fists. "I wish to die." She wished, a torturous expression on her face, as she couldn't bear the pain anymore. His consoling made her feel better but she didn't have any reason to live on.

I was about to go inside my room but a shooting star passed by. I was shocked for a while but managed to close my eyes and wrapped my hands together. I'm not into wishing stars but this time, I'll try. I won't lose anything, though. “Universe, my only wish is to have someone beside me. Someone that will fill this empty space in me that no one can do. Even just for a short period of time. This time that I feel like the huge world for me is suffocating, give me a home that I can run to whenever I want. I just need someone for the meantime.”

Harvey asked incredulously. After that, he sneered and added, "Do you think you can manipulate me into giving in by changing your approach, Samantha? I've repeatedly made it clear that there's nothing going on between Tiana and me! "It's just that she has a list of 100 wishes that I'm obligated to fulfill for her. And the engagement ceremony is her last wish! After this, I won't have anything to do with her." I sneered and asked, "Is that so? If that's the case, where are you right now?"

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I wish I could bring you back. I wish you could smile again. I wish we could talk again. I wish we could still hear your voice. I wish I could tell you how much we love you. I wish I could tell you and convince you this is not right. I wish to convince you that you had no right to end your life. I wish you would come back. If these wishes cannot come true, then, I pray to God to burn those, who made you commit suicide, in the fires of hell forever. Above all, I still wish you could come back. We Love You. You will always be missed, Sheffali. Rest in Peace.

Essi has defeated him. “Have you thought well about your wish already?” “I forgot…” Essi has no sweet regards for wishes. She always thought that dreams need logic to manifest. It cannot just simply be there without work. And to hope for a person to grant your wish is a waste of time. Right now, she unfolds the exception to the rule. She would prepare as if she didn’t care about wishes. She couldn’t help but get excited as well about how Oneil might be able to give what she wants. Should she just wish right away?

he urged, a playful smile dancing on his lips, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Arina hesitated for a moment, her mind filled with hopes and dreams for the year ahead. She closed her eyes, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she silently made her wish, a silent plea for happiness and fulfillment. But Rosella, ever the wise matriarch, interrupted with a gentle insistence, her eyes filled with maternal wisdom. "It doesn't matter, sweetheart. Every moment is a chance to make a wish," she urged, her voice soft yet firm, a reminder of the power of dreams and the importance of seizing every opportunity for happiness.

A heavy weight settled in her chest. She scrolled through her contacts on the phone and stopped at "Clark". After a brief pause, she backed out of the screen. A pang of guilt hit her for not having more faith in Theodore. Pushing her doubts aside, she took a deep breath and set her phone down. Willow lit a candle, clasped her hands, and made a wish in the soft, yellow glow. "I hope the baby arrives safely. I wish for happiness and warmth in the days to come." After blowing out the candle, Willow managed a faint smile.

"I wish for my loved ones to always be by my side." Renfrew sounded a little anxious. "Mommy, you’re not allowed to say your wish out loud, or else it won’t come true!" Hesper shook her head and said with a smile, "Renfrew, wishes are all fake. I believe that we must fight for everything in life. Those who pray to the gods won’t get their wishes answered, so I want to make my wishes come true myself, one after another. I’ll keep everyone that I love by my side."

Then I walked to the window, tea in hand, and looked out at the lights of the city—soft and glowing, blurred slightly by the frost on the glass. William came up behind me, quiet as always. We stood there in silence until the first distant fireworks began to bloom. He turned to me. "You going to make a wish?" I smiled, keeping my gaze on the sky. "Already did." And as the clock struck twelve, I whispered in my heart—not with desperation, not with fear, but with a sense of calm I hadn't felt in a long time— May next year be soft. May it be kind. May it be mine.