Novel & Cerita Careful What You Wish For Rating

Scarlet skipped along the open meadow in high spirits, Ruth at her side. While everyone had been standing around making their wishes, she’d decided that she didn’t want to make a wish after all: everything she could ever wish for, she’d realized, had already come true. She was away from that horrible, awful foster parent who had beat her in London; she was safe and sound with Caitlin and Caleb; she had new parents who she loved; and she also had Ruth, who she loved like a sister. There was nothing else Scarlet wanted in the world. So she decided she’d leave the wish-making for grown-ups.

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asked harriet “ if we knew we wouldn’t be here” “ Be grateful what you have for Be careful what you wish for One wrong wish and fate could change The game of fate is not famous in good way Once it change get yourself use to it Don’t wish more or things would get messed up once again” “ woah…… I really wonder who is the poet? I really wanna know how can he write a poem this bad”

But I want to know your favorite colour, food, anything interesting about yourself. I was about to speak when the waiter brought our food.. I told him everything I knew about my boring self and he told me things about himself too... We talked all night long and we even lost track of time. Someone cleared their throat, we both turned and saw the waiter from earlier. "Sorry to disturb you but the restaurant is about to close." "Sorry about that, we will taking our leave then." Brian apologised as we both stood up and walked out of the restaurant. We both entered the car when I realised that it's an hour to mid night. "Oh my goodness, I'm dead" "And why is that." Brian asked. "My mum is going t

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I frowned at his words, instinctively pulling back, but he had already grabbed my wrist and dragged me out. Clutching her hand, Naomi whimpered. "Mr. Miller, let's not trouble Lydia. I'm fine… Ouch!" I glanced at the back of her hand, where a few droplets of oil had splashed. Painful, perhaps, but it was barely a burn. "Burns can be serious. It could leave a scar," Wayne said, his tone full of concern. Looking at the scene unfold, my gaze dropped to the scar on the back of my left hand.

A small gasp escaped my lips when I sighted something move really fast in the sky. Oh my God! It's a shooting star! I stared at it in awe, it was so beautiful. 'Make a wish' Closing my eyes I took in a deep breath. "I-I wish.. i would finally be happy for once in my life." Opening my eyes, I watched as the star moved pass me. I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling like things are going to be okay for me. I would finally be happy.

"I want to stay with Mommy too. I love you, Mommy. I'm so lucky that I'm your daughter, but… "Mommy, if I don't get better and go to heaven, please don't be sad. You have to be strong, Mommy… don't get sick, because injections are very painful. "I wish for you to be happy and healthy. "I'm not leaving you, Mommy—I'm just becoming a star in the sky. I'll always be with you, loving you and protecting you forever. "Mommy, let's make a promise, okay? I'll be your daughter again in my next life. I only want to be your daughter."

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."

he muttered. "That's Fae," I corrected, standing up and dusting off my hands. "But hey, if you want to go the tragic route, be my guest. I’ll be over here, sipping tea and watching the drama. I like dramas." I turned to leave, but not before tossing one last piece of advice over my shoulder. "Oh, and be careful with those wishes," I called out. "They have a funny way of coming true when you least expect them to." I didn’t bother to wait for a response. After all, I had better things to do than sit around watching wolves dig their own graves. Like finding a good tree to nap under.