Elf Wish List Novels & Stories

"I had hoped to host you for a longer while. And if, as you said, the witch is here on the land, I could help you search for them." Vlador narrowed his eyes and stared at Frederick intently. "How would you help me?" "I have many men working for me. I also keep a pack of wolves. I can send them to track the Elix witches’ lair if it truly exists on this island. While they do their work, you can rest here in the mansion," Frederick offered. "That’s an intriguing offer," Vlador replied, raising an eyebrow. "Then, what is it you expect in return?"

Looking into the plain sheet, I opened my ink pen and started: RHODA'S 18TH BIRTHDAY WISHLIST 1. Big pink and white Teddy. 2. A portrait printer. 3. Lush bath bombs. 4. Bib necklace. 5. Portrait phone case. 6. glass earrings. 7. Tintype photo session. 8. Fossil watch. 9. Fuzzy blanket and socks. 10. Bouquet of flowers supply for a month. 11. Trip to Hollywood. 12. Trip to Disney. 13. Victoria secret handbag. 14. A pink beanie 15.wall designer stickers.

It was a deep and meaningful conversation, one that I would never forget. But then Felise said something that caught me off guard. "Your three-year plan is to find a cure for the wolf inside you?" I clarified it to her. Felise nodded her head without even looking at me so I could determine if she was simply bluffing or not. "But why?" I added. Then she let go of the frying pan and turned around, facing me. "Nothing. It's just I don't want to live like this forever, Ezra. If given the chance there will be one, I am going to grab the opportunity. And so should you."

“Come by my office tomorrow. I’ll give you a job.” Gerald’s face lit up. “Thanks, man.” Just then, Elsa’s voice rang out, echoing across the room, sharp with determination. “Dwight, can you sponsor me to the School of Law in San Francisco? I want to chase my passion.” Dwight raised an eyebrow, impressed by her directness. “I thought that Alex guy was helping you with that?” Elsa’s lips twisted in a way that showed she wasn’t messing around. “I don’t want his help anymore. And if you sponsor me, I’ll give you something in return—something you might want to know, that could save you.”

Surprisingly, Ezekiel ignored his disrespectful attitude as he turned to look at me instead. "Alright, it's decided." Ezekiel cut in as he turned to look at Elle and added, "You heard that Elle, right? You will spar against her on the last day of this week. Just as we agreed upon, if you win, I'll grant you a wish that's within my power." "The easiest task in the world" Elle retorted coldly. Wish? He... He actually made such a promise... To another woman... What about me? If I win, can I also...

“That doesn't mean I can't answer.” “True.” Elias whispered: “Show yourself.” “I have no form you have agreed to remember.” Silence. Elena felt cold. The voice continued: “I do not erase people.” Elias looked at her. Then back toward the empty space. “What do you do?” “I remove unauthorized versions.” Elena immediately understood the language. Consent. Privacy. Self-definition. All the values they had fought to protect. Turned one degree too far. The voice continued: “Would you like to know how many Elias Blackwoods currently exist in other people’s memories?”

Clutching the brand new Gucci purse in my hands, I leave to find my way to the nearest pawn shop. When a person leaves behind almost everything they own, you take the most valuable things both sentimental and financial, the picture of you and your best friend from middle school, the diamond earrings your father gave you for your thirteenth birthday. Because nothing says you're entering womanhood like a pair of sparkly rocks to put in your ears.

Thalia glares at her and then smiles. "Revenge? No, I haven't gotten all my revenge. I won't be happy until the entire world burns and everyone calls my name as their ruler. Power is a mighty thing to have, and I want it all. Are you ready to join me?" Thalia crosses her arms and stares at us. Okay, we're done playing games. Let's put this bitch down. "No. We're not like you. We're good and want to help others. We don't care about power because we know the most powerful thing of all is love." I look up at Anton and smile.

I already spent most of what I earned tonight. Elise’s gift sits on the small table by the bed, wrapped in pale blue paper. A scarf. Soft. Warm. The kind she likes. I picture her smile when she opens it, how she will touch the fabric like it is something precious. She deserves nice things. More than anyone.

“Help me make a list of all the bitchy nauthy things that Harold thinks I’m not capable of doing. All the things that’ll make him wish he never let me go. I’ll prove to myself—and to him—that I’m more than just some useless Luna.” Wella leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Are you trying to win him back?” “Yes, and after I do, I’ll make him pay triple if not double of the pain he made me feel.” “Alight, tell me more about it, Elisse. How do you plan on starting with this?” I flipped open the notepad I saw from her coffee table and scribbled at the top: ELISSE’S NAUGHTY GOALS