God I Wish That Was Me Novels & Stories

If I could get another chance Another walk Another dance with him I'd play a song that would never ever end How I'd love love love To dance with my father again Jane's wish now had been changed from Justin being on the school, happily jumping and writing his own name to the miracle that she wanted to happen right then and there for his father. It was a crucial wish, really, a selfish one, but she prayed it over and over her mind as the song of Luther Vandross was traveling through the sound waves. When I and my mother Would disagree To get my way I would run From her to him He'd make me laugh just to comfort me Yeah, yeah

Is it possible that I was struggling to find the right words to say? Cloud, how I wish I could tell you how many wonderful emotions you have the ability to elicit from me. I wish I could tell you how the time I spent with you and your family made it so easy for me to slip and fall. And that I wish I could tell you that I don't want our relationship to come to an end. I wish I could tell you how much I enjoy spending time with you. When I tell you that I enjoy having you here, I wish you felt the same way. I wish my heart wasn't so cruel as to believe that you would simply reject this expression of affection. I hope we can make it sooner rather than later without the need for someone else to

I wish I could bring you back. I wish you could smile again. I wish we could talk again. I wish we could still hear your voice. I wish I could tell you how much we love you. I wish I could tell you and convince you this is not right. I wish to convince you that you had no right to end your life. I wish you would come back. If these wishes cannot come true, then, I pray to God to burn those, who made you commit suicide, in the fires of hell forever. Above all, I still wish you could come back. We Love You. You will always be missed, Sheffali. Rest in Peace.

You useless Goddess! Girl - I'm not a useless Goddess! But is a super beautiful and outstanding Goddess of Water! You impolite and weakest class hikiNEET! Who died because of shock caused by a slow moving tractor! Kazuma - ....Very good, it seems like it should be time to discard you this useless Goddess, I will change the request content into "Arch-Priest for sell, does not need to provide any food, only needs to sprinkle a water for her, regards as raising a grass then its alright" you just wait here for me.

"Shoot me," Kim muttered under her breath as she stared blankly at him addressing the students. Maybe she was hallucinating, she raised her finger to her skin and pinched herself hard in an attempt to snap out of her trance, but he was still standing right there in his glory, his plump pinky lips moving perfectly like it's being automated by a system or something. Never have she seen someone that complete before, he had the look of a fallen. angel. Kim could hear the other students gasping and gushing over his magnificence.

Tiny peaks sparkled under falling flakes when I shook it gently, and at the base, engraved in neat, unmistakable handwriting, were the words: "For my little star — Eli." The words carved at the base of the snow globe shimmered with meaning, echoing through every corner of my heart. I held the fragile glass in my hands, its weight pressing against my palms, and felt a swell of emotions that threatened to spill over. There was yearning—so sharp it left me breathless; there was gratitude and grief tangled together, a storm of memories and wishes I could never voice aloud.

Deep reached for Gia's hand, their fingers interlocking in a silent pledge of unity and mutual respect. Deep: Let's wish upon the stars, Gia. What do you wish for? Gia's gaze shimmered with a quiet longing as she contemplated her wish. Gia: I wish for moments of joy and laughter, for us to find contentment in the simplicity of life, and for our dreams to blossom into beautiful realities. Deep smiled, his eyes reflecting a similar sentiment. Deep: My wish is for us to navigate life's journey hand in hand, to create unforgettable memories, and to always find solace in each other's embrace.

Like he’s making sure I’m real. No guards today. No agents watching from across the street. No cars idling too long. Just us. I keep waiting for my phone to buzz. For the other shoe to drop. It doesn’t. The menu board glows above us. I stare at it longer than I need to, pretending to decide. The truth is, I don’t want this moment to rush past me. “I don’t even know what I like anymore,” I admit. Liam chuckles. “That’s okay. We can relearn.”

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

I didn't know who recorded the wedding, but the clip of me looking cold and contemptuous toward Yasmin spread like wildfire. Within hours, it had been turned into countless memes. Overnight, I became the century's worst scumbag. One comment read, "Who does he think he is, canceling a wedding over an old watch? Just another pampered heir throwing a tantrum." Another said, "Yasmin is so pitiful. Ten years of her youth wasted, only to be humiliated publicly."