Novel & Cerita Dying Wishes

"The living are considering for the dead, but I believe the biggest wish of the dead is not how glorious it is after the death. It is meaningless for him since he could not see it, isn't it?" Samuel nodded. That was true. "Then what do you think the greatest wish of the deceased is?" Holy Essence asked with a smile. Samuel had never considered this question, but it was not difficult for him to answer it. Of course, his wish was to let Yvonne and Han Nian live a happy life. This should be the biggest wish of anyone who is about to die! "That's right. The dead wish for their families to be better. I'm no different from you." Holy Essence smiled.

He did not leave me and he fulfilled my desire to have fun all day. He did everything to make me the happiest woman today and that was a matter for me the most. But at that time I thought of being selfish. What if we were just like this for all my life? Would Dad understand if I don't want to be with him anymore? Maybe Dad will understand that, right? If being a living reaper is the way for me to be with him for longer. I think I am willing. I would take a risk just to be with him. He sold it at a cheap price and gave it to others. People thought it was the same as before so that caused a great deal of confusion. Many died and many lives were lost.

When she finally turned back to me, her eyes were steady, but I could already sense the weight behind them. “It was my mother’s dying wish.” The words didn’t land like a sentence; they landed like something final, something irreversible, something that couldn’t be argued with no matter how much I might want to. A dying wish. Even as I repeated it silently in my mind, I felt an uncomfortable tightening in my chest, because wishes tied to death always carried a kind of authority that living people could rarely challenge without sounding cruel. She looked down at her hands, as if the memory itself was too heavy to carry while looking at me directly, and when she spoke again, her voice softened

I closed my eyes. “I thought I was going to lose you. But thank God, all of us are safe,” I said before opening my eyes and looking at her pale face. Her lips trembled. “I don’t want you to die because of me, Dylan! So don’t ever do something like that again,” she scolded. I chuckled. “Is that your twenty-fourth wish?” Anna pouted. “Don’t joke about this.” “I don’t want you to die, Anna. If you die, who’s going to nag me about those hundred wishes?” I asked, making her eyes turn red. Anna bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears.

Because I wish that I were dead. There are people like Steve Thompson and Logan Thompson who live to see their wishes come true. They buy those wishes with their money. The more they get, the more wishes they wish. And when they’ve lived one day and seen their wish come true, they want to live more. They want to become eternal. That money fuels that desire to live. That money has poisoned their nasty minds. Then come the goal-oriented people like those four-eyed nerds in my school who live to fulfill their dreams. They breathe each day in the pursuit of their beloved dreams.

Only a lifeless gray remained. “Sir, would you like anything to drink?” A young waiter approached politely. The man didn’t look away from the screen. His voice was hoarse as he said, “I know her.” He pointed at me glowing on the television. Each word came out slow and almost proud yet with a hint of sorrow. “She's my wife.” The waiter’s polite smile froze for a second. Then, it softened into quiet pity. He assumed the man was just another delusional soul clinging to fantasy, so he simply walked away.

he says. "What? Are you mad?" I shout at him. What the hell? What kind of person is he? "How do you want to die? Tell me. It's said that you have to fulfill the wish of your dying person. So what's your wish?" he asks. Is he for serious now?

That was something he never wanted. He had just a week to live and within that seven days, he needed to fulfil his 5 wishes. One was to get married and at least hear people call him someone's husband. Second was to experience true love before he died. All his life, he had never experienced what true love was all about, he was just a playboy who was willing to go to bed with whomever that accepted him and nothing more than that. Third one was to create memories with whomever he was experiencing true love with. He wanted to create lots of memories so that he would die in peace knowing that he had experienced true love. The fourth one was that he wanted to live a normal life aside from the bos

Kayden looked at me for a while and all through this time, his face hardened and softened repeatedly, like he was thinking about something or maybe someone. “Do you want to die here? For real? He'd kill you, Kelly!” He yelled in a whisper. His eyes and expression said it all, he didn't want me to die. He wanted me to live forever, happily and if possible, my only reason for death should be natural death and not brutally in the hands of his wicked brother who's hellbent on cutting my leg. “Besides, you need to be alive to fulfill my three wishes.” He smiled but it seemed like mockery.

He parted his lips again, willing the words to roll out. "HEY UNIVERSE!! IT'S ME, TOBY ADEWALE! I'M GONNA DIE SOON, IT'S UNFAIR. BUT I'M HAPPY, I'M HAPPY I MET THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SOULS ON EARTH. CAN YOU DO ME A FAVOR? JUST ONE MORE LAST WISH..." He stopped, a smile plastered on his face