As You Wish 소설 & 이야기

I sniffed again, feeling like I won against the strongest wolf in our kingdom. He waved his hand in the air, and suddenly, a soft golden glow surrounded us. “How about I grant you a wish to make up for it?” My eyes went wide. “A wish? Really? Like, a real wish?” “Yep,” he said with a lazy smile. “One wish. Anything your little heart desires. But make it quick, I have places to be.” I thought about it for a moment, my mind was rushing me. A wish! Anything! I could wish for all the butterflies in the world, or the biggest cake ever, or—

Ash pleads as both of them came back to sitting position. Alex give in. For Ash, he always do. "What song do you want to hear?" "Any would do. I just want to listen to your beautiful voice." "Beautiful? Really now?" Alex chuckle. "Just take the compliment, will you!" Ash orders as he playfully punches Alex arm. "Okay, okay, here goes: I can't get you out of my head/ Wish I didn't want this anymore/ I fell for you so hard/ Now I'm dreamin' 'bout you/

I don't mean it in a weird way but Livia: I'd like you as my owner Livia: I still need that date to be sure AS: You'll be sure soon AS: And then I'll probably ask you Livia: Ask me? AS: If you want to become my hybrid AS: What would you say then? AS: Pink or Ink? Livia: I would say Pink Ash AS: I'm calling you AS: I need to hear you Livia: Okay Livia: I want to hear you too <3

He said and I nodded, liking the idea of it ‘cause I knew there was no way I was going to lose an eating competition to a rich English guy. “How many wishes?” I asked. “1?” He asked. “3,” I said. “3 wishes, deal!” He said energetically. It was almost impossible to believe that Aziel’s best friend was so boisterous and relaxed. You’d have to kill Aziel first before you could catch him displaying such emotion and engaging in activities like this. Aziel would die before he lets greasy foods come close to his lips. “We start on the count of three.” I said again. “3, 2, and…begin!”

I laugh. "Shh. I stole it from my mum. It tastes good tho." He winks at me. "Oh gosh. I would like to taste that too." I say and we both laugh, not that loud. "So, shall we?" He asks. "Why not." "Great!" 🎶I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need. I love you more with every breath, truly madly deeply do

After all, that’s the only reasonable wish she could possibly have and not to eat ice cream if they could provide any. “That’s a three in one wish and we can’t let you have such tremendous offer. So, choose again, and note, this is your last chance to make a wish or we’ll proceed.” She informed Alyssa. Alyssa was pissed, but she managed to keep herself calm. Since they were too selfish to grant her main desires which were ambiguous to them, she had no choice than to break it down. “Alright then. I wish to see Reece.” She voiced out.

Trying to divert his mind, I got uttering, "Ehan, I want to eat Ice-cream. Would you like one?" Ehan gave me a disbelieving look as he got uttering, "Are you a kid or what? Little back you were all feverish and as you are feeling somewhat better now, you are demanding an ice_cream!" I gave him a pleading look and uttered with a smile, "Just one scoop?" Ehan spoke up in an ordering tone, "No. You are not going to get even a single bite." I pouted sadly and uttered, "Okay, I won't."

I threw my hands into the air, emphasizing on "Here" "You really wanna go??" He arched his brow. "Yes I want to. And we shouldn't stress this further please. Just take me back to my house." I replied as calmly as I could. There was a minute of silence between us. "Fine then." He sighed again, "I'll take you home, if that makes you happy...." "Ding Dong!" The faint sound of the door bell interrupted him. "That must be the delivery man. I ordered food for us." he mumbled, as he walked to the wardrobe, and grabbed a long kaftan from a hanger. He put it on, straight up and scurried out of the room.

“Katrina, enough of the games. Cut the crap and tell us what you really want, or leave.” For a moment, Katrina’s expression faltered, but she quickly regained her composure. She uncrossed her arms and took a step forward, her smile widening once more as she spoke. “What do I want?” she repeated, her voice smooth and calculated. “Oh, that’s easy. I want what I deserve. Fifty percent.”

The day I got out of prison, my sister's adopted brother, Finn Andersen, livestreamed my homecoming. He shoved the camera in my face. "This is my brother. Even after being abused by thirteen people, he somehow found the strength to keep going." The comments blew up instantly. Evelyn Andersen frowned, but Finn just shrugged. Three years ago, I would've lost it. This time, I smiled at the camera. "Why shouldn't I keep living? They're the ones who deserve to be judged. They're the ones who should die. Not me." When we got home, it was the anniversary of our parents' deaths. Evelyn had Finn place flowers on their graves instead of me. I didn't stop her. When she gave Finn my room and stuc