Do Wishes Come True At 11 11 Novels & Stories

“Blow out the candle and make a wish.” He gave me a breathy chuckle, like I’d pulled him out of the depths for a second. “Wish?” he echoed. “Yeah.” I pointed at the candle. “It’s this human custom. If you make a genuine wish while blowing out the candle, it’ll come true.” He leaned in slightly, amused. “What should I wish for?” “Anything,” I told him. “Just make sure it comes from you. The heavens will take care of the rest.”

"I'm done," Willow said. "Blow out the candle." As Willow extinguished the flame, the room's lights flickered back on. The sudden glare startled her, and she instinctively raised a hand to shield her eyes. Penny pulled Willow toward the couch, leaned in close, and asked her what she wished for. After snagging the biggest slice of cake, Clarisse joined them. "Penny, wishes won't come true if you say them out loud." Jessica, standing nearby with her arms crossed, rolled her eyes. "That's just something kids believe. The truth is, wishes only come true when you speak them out."

If not… If I don’t shut my lips… Unwanted things might happen. @Death Wish

Slidell heard them all, but his eyes stayed on Misha. It was faint, but he could see it, the wish that he wanted to be granted. “Saturday. 10 pm. In front of the nearest train station here.” “Huh?” The water exhibition last ninety seconds every two hours, it would be a waste of time if you went here and not see the water exhibition and Slidell missed it intentionally. He couldn’t believe what was unfolded in front of her, it felt like an angel fell on a daylight and granted his wish. “Let’s date.”

I did not plan to fall in love before I turned 18, I planned to survive senior year. Lincoln High measured people by two things, college acceptance letters and couple posts, and if you lacked one, you needed the other. The hallways filled with paired hoodies and prom proposals, while my whiteboard filled with one line that stared back at me every morning. BOYFRIEND BEFORE 18, written in thick black marker by my own hand. I told Liv it was a joke, but the marker still sat on my desk.

"Wishes can be altered, morphed. If you wish to have lots of money, then I will bring you here and you'll have tons of gold money. If you wish for more clothes, then I'll still bring you here and give you plenty of dresses. If you wish for a certain person to love you, then I'll give you something better from here, a prince." "Why you....." It finally started to make sense. I had no choice in the first place! "But turns out you wished for something better! Wishing that you'll end up here! It made my task easier." She then let out a Santa-like laugh. Just like what people would say, 'be careful what you wish for'. "Say that I am playing along and believing what you just said. What was the pur

Jake heard the strangled snarl and a sudden pop of what sounded like firecrackers just as the line died. Jake realized with a cold chill that it had not been fireworks at all. It had been a firearm. Brian had killed himself reciting the Lord’s prayer hoping that would save him. Jake tossed the phone down and rubbed the bridge of his nose. There was no way to know if it had worked for Brian, and no way to know when they would come for him.

"Connor, don't you know that my wishes are limited? You probably don't know this either—my 100th wish was to return everything to its original state. Your wealth and status never truly belonged to you." Connor's face turned deathly pale. He lunged forward and grabbed my hand again. "Willow, I know you can still make a wish. You can still make one more, right?" This time, I was utterly infuriated. I flung his hand away. "You know that if I make one more wish, I'll die," I said solemnly. A wish granter's power was not unlimited. In one lifetime, the most one could make was 100 wishes. Upon making the 101st wish, their body would rot and collapse, leading to a swift death.

“Why must you hurt me this much and this way Mike? Does loving you come with this great pain?” If I could have just one wish come true. I wouldn’t wish for the stars, the moon, and the sun, anything in this world, or endless life. But for twelve months a year, seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day, sixty minutes an hour, and sixty seconds a minute, to be with the one I love till deaths do us part.

"Really? That dance company is world-renowned. Why would you even notice me?" She raised an eyebrow. "I saw your videos online. You're a natural, but then you disappeared after a while. I think I understand why now." She continued, "There's only one thing I'm worried about… Whether it's dance or your treatment, it's going to hurt. Are you ready for that?" I could barely hold back my emotions. A fire rekindled in my eyes as I heard my dream calling to me again. "I can do it." And just like that, Jacqueline and I boarded a plane bound overseas.