God's Last Wish Novels & Stories

I didn't understood whether i was talking to myself or others At this moment i look up in the sky i never believed in God as i was an atheist People say they have a religion as it give them a purpose of living. If there is a God would you please for once listen to my one wish i want a purpose and a reason.......to keep living on and not end this agony i call my life As i was done making my wish i waited and waited and waited but no response. Sneering at my pathetic self i mocked my childishness it's decided then....

Asked Rose. Mile, what's your last wish in which Simon is involved? Please elaborate; we are confused! " Asked Ashley. "Rose, my last wish is.... My.... Last.... I.... Mean." "I want you..." Mile was not able to complete his sentence, which is making Rose restless. "CAN YOU JUST TELL ME FOR ONCE FINAL WHAT IS YOUR LAST WISH?" Rose asked, her voice restless and raised because she was feeling uneasy. But then, What Rose heard changed her whole fucking life when Mile said...

My feet were trying to kick at him, but suddenly they were hanging limp instead, not listening to my brain. In my last moments of consciousness, I made one last wish. I wished, with everything I had in me, that Lord Raelen and Lord Jarrah would get what was coming to them. That there would truly be justice. I could only hope that justice arrived in time to save Sy. Then everything was dark.

" Fine if this is what you choose. No one will stop you from leaving but before that...you will have to grant me one last wish.Your last punishment. Which will make everything even." Knowing there was no way other than this. I place my hands on my waist. To groan impatiently. " Speak. What's it!" Approaching me. I see his eyes darkening. As he looks at me from top to bottom. To smirk. His next words leaving my mind blank. " I want to fuc* you one last time my little wife." Knowing there was no way out of this. I clench my fists to nod. One last time won't matter , right? We have done it so many times.

I gasped painfully as the flames consumed my skin. A next life… I wish… I wish the Goddess would grant me one. If she did, I promise I wouldn’t be foolish again. I wouldn’t trust so blindly. I would make better choices. The last thing I heard before darkness swallowed me was a deafening explosion. If I am given another life… I will burn them first.

Thousands of them. A child laughing. A mother crying. A lonely old man staring at the stars. A girl planting a silver tree. Every face lasted only a heartbeat before becoming another. Ama could not look away. “What is it?” The Last Dreamer did not answer. His eyes remained fixed on the impossible shape behind him. The First Dreamer answered instead. It's a wish. Silence. Naomi frowned. “A wish?” The voice from the river grew quieter. Older somehow. A wish that was never allowed to end.

Of course, Haesir knows everything about his body. Dear goddess, please let lucky number seven make my dream come true, it is his last wish before Haesir drives them both to oblivion.

But still, while her eyes was closed, her foggy mind drifted apart and made one last wish that she urgently needed to be fulfilled, it was not only her last wish, but it was also her last hope, she wanted to see something, wanted to see if, her husband hold any importance to her in the many months they had been together. But, this last wish, was destined to be unfulfilled and this last,hope was destined to be shattered. Because her 'husband' wont ever come. She knew, but she still blindly made such an idiotic wish.

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

My adoptive mother's name is Esther Garcia. On New Year's Eve, she led five-year-old me out of the orphanage and named me Bowie Easton. "Bowie, your older brother is named Bruce Easton. Your birthday falls on January 1st, New Year's Day, which symbolizes a new beginning. So, make a wish every year on your birthday. Making a wish means a fresh start. It's full of hope," she said. I nodded vigorously, my teeth chattering from the cold. Back then, I didn't understand that every time I made a wish, Esther would take something from my body. At six, I wished to see fireworks. She took my bone marrow. At seven, I wished for a Transformer. She took one of my kidneys. At eight, I wished for cak