Does 11:11 Wishes Come True Novels & Stories

I call it volunteering, but he really just snatches the map from me. “So, what’s the prize?” he sneers at the counselor. She eyes him, a slow smile forming on her lips that makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. “Staying alive.” There are a few nervous titters, but I highly doubt she was joking. “Oh, before I forget, there are four flags per team. If you belong to the red team and you see a red flag, take it. Each team member must get their own flag. Otherwise …”

I stared at the crescent above that's peaking behind dark folds of cloud and a satisfied smile etched my lips. Well, I guess trying that legend ain't really bad. Legend says that if you make a wish at 11:11, there's chance that it will be granted. And I took that chance. I made a wish at 11:11 just to have this important thing back.

Nate perked. “Nate, for crap sake!” Celeste sputtered a laugh. “You’re incorrigible.” I smiled. “You can eat it, seriously. I don’t believe in wishes.” “Oh, honey, you don’t want to do that,” Celeste grabbed my hand. “You’re in our world now. Wishes can come true. If I were you, I’d grab the opportunity.” “But would it still count, since technically it isn’t my birthday anymore?” I asked.

When I reopen my eyes, Nate is still looking at me. "You used the wish, right?" I ask, looking at him expectantly. "Please, tell me you didn't waste my very first wish, Nathaniel." Nate laughs and runs his hands up my thigh in an innocent gesture but my cells begin to vibrate under my skin like jumping beans. "I would never waste a wish. What kind of a fool do you take me for?" "So what did you wish for?" I ask, covering his hands on my body with mine. "If I told you it wouldn't come true. That's how it works."

I replied. Talia's sigh echoed from the other end of the line. "What a shame. I'll transfer the money I promised to your account shortly." I stared blankly at the photo on the nightstand. I had lied to her. It was never just about gratitude. But six years had shown me the truth—Wayne would never love me. More importantly, I was tired now. After a brief pause, I responded, "Thank you." It was time to leave. Time to start living for myself.