Genie Grant Wishes Novels & Stories

“For a wish to be granted, an equivalent price must be paid. If the price cannot be paid, the wish will not be granted. And if it is granted…the wish will come true…” Cressida had smiled at her humorlessly, and it had sent a chill down her spine back then. “People often misunderstand. They think the price has something to do with the wish, but that’s not it. Has no one ever considered that maybe the price depends on the person making the wish?”

She looked shy with a blush spreading across her nose and upper cheek. "You see, I have an ongoing bet with Alpha Hunter," she confessed and I found myself straightening in my seat. Grace glanced at my face and she giggled, "Don't look so serious. It's not that serious," she rolled her eyes but smoothened her hand over her Jean. With the way she was fidgeting, of course it was a big deal. "If I can recognise and point him out when he's not being obvious, he'll grant me one wish," she held out her index finger.

The kids looked at her for a while, almost at the same time with no expressions on their faces. “Mommy it won’t work,” Darcie said and the other nodded affirmatively. Black laughed at the drama going on in front of him. “Today is for wishes, tell me what you want and you shall have it,” Black said. “Really?” They chorused. “As long as I am your super rich daddy, you will get it,” Black said with a proud look. “I want a PlayStation and more math study guides,” Noah said. “I always watch the Taekwondo class from outside because aunt didn’t enroll me so I want to be enrolled in that class throughout my school life,” Gracie said happily.

Nancy Cole looked at Anaan in the long light of the evening and thought of her father as a young man in a photograph, standing in this same garden, smiling with his whole face. She thought he would have wanted her to be happy. She thought, with a clarity that did not require argument, that she was. — END — HIS GRANDFATHER'S LAST WISH

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 said to him. “That’s not a wish, besides, you forgot the magic word,” he grinned. “Genie, I wish this useless guy in front of me would scram,” I folded my arms, waiting for his response. He smiled and did one thing with his hands while saying, “boom bada boom, first wish about to be granted,” he paused and looked around us, then at me, “where is the useless guy?” “Want to take a guess?”

He had to really grant me an actual wish of what I had in mind because I'd sucked a banana off just to earn that wish and it wasn't all going to be for nada. "Alright then, princess, I'll grant your wish, he said, "but just for the record, genies don't redo wishes and they're daft, so never compare fairies to genies again," he looked deadpan serious and I rolled my eyes at the fact that he still remembered that I'd assumed he was a genie that night. "And when making your wish, be very specific because some fairies are dumb too and very lazy and might just want to get it all over and done with," he added, "am I clear, princess? I'm not joking though." I sighed, rolling my eyes, obviously tire

"I cannot cancel other people’s wishes." I froze. "What?" "The growth in your body is not biological," the entity said, its voice a hollow echo. "It is a manifestation. A curse of intent, woven into reality by a wish. It is a locked door, and I do not have the key." "You’re a genie!" I screamed, the panic overriding my common sense. My heart hammered against my ribs, an erratic bird trapped in a cage. "You grant wishes! Just fix it! I don't care about the rules!"

walang ganang sagot nito. "Isa pa, I don't want to be dependent to you. Who knows, baka may limitasyon lang ang mga wishes na 'yun." natatawang biro ko. Pero hindi ata niya nagustuhan dahil binatukan ako. "The wishes I've granted are long-lasting. Hangga't buhay sila, epektibo iyon." asik niya. "'Yun nga lang, when their next generation came, it won't be." "How 'bout you? Why don't you ask yoU be free?" tanong ko

I asked with gleeful eyes, as he plainly nodded, and joy warmed me from within. Growing up as a child, my dad has always been concerned about the time ahead; my ambitions in life, and impacts on the society, particularly as a man. He had my whole life designed, and the plans were quite simple. Graduate from school at 19, become a CEO before 25, get married to a vibrant and beautiful woman he has specially chosen for me, and of course, be his special aide when he becomes the chief executive officer of the state. With that, you can imagine how very excited I am to hear, the mysterious betroth is no other person but Melissa Jones, my high school best friend.