Be Careful What You Wish For Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Many years ago, I suffered a head injury in a car accident and ended up brain-damaged. Only my godmother, Fenelle Porter, remained to care for me after my parents' long-ago divorce and relocation. As my mother's closest friend, she possessed a mature elegance, a striking figure, and a complexion that was both fair and smooth. My feelings for Fenelle ran deep, leading me to frequently lose myself in late-night fantasies about her. A recent accident changed everything. While Fenelle was out shopping, I fell from a cabinet and struck my head. Although the impact unexpectedly restored my mental capabilities, I chose to maintain the facade of my previous condition.

After a long moment of silence, his rough hand reaches out and violently rips the burlap sack off Chika's head. CHIKA WHITMORE My eyes slowly flutter open against the harsh glare of the floodlights, revealing a profound, bottomless wave of sadness deep within my pupils. My gaze watches the family of three tightly embrace on the edge of the dock, comforting each other's wolves, completely oblivious to the fact that my life is being left behind in the dark. My teeth clench together until my jaw aches, violently struggling to contain the raw storm of emotions threatening to rip my chest apart.

He also wishes the warriors don’t come back with the Magic Bean and so he consulted with certain wicked Oracle in the far land to make sure the warriors won’t be able to find the Beans or not return home. The Oracle told him that if he can…

What the hell is happening here? “What the fuck?” I say. Is this some kind of prank that Victor’s decided to pull? He should know that we are not in high school anymore, and this kind of behaviour is nothing but stupid. I don’t understand what this means, but I know it’s nothing good. I don’t know what to do. Should I touch the book? Should I even go near it? What if something bad happens to me if I do touch the book? The book finally stops moving, and it stays on one page. There’s an image in the book. I look hard at what’s being portrayed, and it’s the image of a beast with large horns.

he said quietly. Then I said a very dumb thing. “What if I like it complicated, What if I like risky and dangerous” He let out a little laughter, the kind that doesn't reach the eye. "Be careful what you wish for. You might hate me when you get to know me on a deeper level.”

Perhaps. Was it worth it? Yes. With a chuckle, I stood slowly, and the room quieted without command. Even the TV seemed to hush. From my jacket pocket, I pulled a leather-bound book, aged in the way you can’t fake, with corners worn and scent of cedar. I handed it to her without flourish. “What is this?” she asked, eyes scanning me, soft but curious. “Open it.” She flipped the cover. On the first page, hand-written in gold ink, were the words: Three Wishes.

“There you go. Our policy states that every borrowed book must be returned in three days.” “You have nothing to worry about,” I replied and tried to lay my hands on the book but he pulled it away from my grasp. He turned to Miles. “You’re the one whose details were captured. You should take it.” Miles nodded and grabbed the book. I frowned. “One more thing!” The bookkeeper called our attention just when we turned around to leave. "The heart must choose. The hands must heal. Or the curse will seal." He said.

They both shut their eyes closed. "The empty page in this book," said Louisa, "is for making a wish. A wish for your magic star." "How do ye know so much?" Sheila asked. "Shh..." she hushed her. "Be quiet and let's both make a wish that will come true. Are you ready?" Sheila nodded. "Are ye sure this will work?" "Doubting can make you miss your magic star, Sheila. That's one of the reasons why things don't work out for some people. Do you want to be one of them?"

"It's a children's book. Common to find in every household. I'm not surprised they have one here." "The beasts in these stories, are they all real?" My heart dropped into my stomach thinking about the monsters in this book. "In some form or other they are. Gwathendor is a much deadlier place than Laernear, little flower." Caliban's free hand played with a stray curl of my hair. "So, if I were to run away in the night?" "One of the beasts in this book might find you before I do." His tone was emotionless, but I knew it was a warning more than a threat..

I sucked on them as he moved them in and out. “You like how you taste?” he asked. I nodded softly as he pulled his fingers free, saliva dripping from my lips. He stepped back and adjusted himself. “Go home, child,” he murmured darkly. “Pray to God, maybe He’ll send the Holy Spirit to ruin you all over again.”