Good Wish Gone Bad Novels & Stories

“That’s an expensive watch, looks gold. Bet it is. Those shoes too look expensive. Everything on you does.” I swallowed, sure I would collapse at any moment. “Take them off,” he ordered. “What-” “Everything! The coat, shirt, shoes, watch, trousers! Want more details, bitch? Everything!” ′Bad luck. Karma.′ I did not want to die! I removed everything and gave him. “You’re lucky I’m leaving you with that singlet and your socks. And you’re even more lucky that you’re wearing boxers and not man-panties, AHA!” he mocked and immediately ran off. “Welcome to New York!” he added and disappeared.

Tears welled up, turning the world into a watery blur. I remembered how I'd bent over backward for Jared, shoving my pride aside just to keep him happy, never once considering walking away when everything started to feel off. I'd been lost for so long. It took me three years to find my way back. But at least I made it before it was too late.

Indeed, she'd lost a great deal, but she'd gained just as much. She'd found new friends, a new career, and a new life. Most importantly, she'd found herself again, a version of her that was independent of anyone else. That was enough. Eleanor lifted her head and looked at the sky over Lethor, faintly reddened by distant firelight, and smiled for the first time in a long while. Goodbye to the past. Hello to the future. … Five years later, in the World Assembly Palace, Genevara, the award hall was filled.

The more he acted like he did not love me, the more insignificant I became. He used this tactic for seven years. A gleam of sharpness flashed across Henry's eyes as the green light flashed, and he drove away from the intersection. … Back at the company, just as Henry was about to lie down, his phone lit up. This time, it was a text message: [Be happy.] Sender: Serena Clarke. Bang! Henry kicked the coffee table next to him with a gloomy expression.

After I read her texts, I replied to the hospital staff, "I'm sorry. I'm afraid you have the wrong number." I didn't bother going to the hospital. However, I did notify Pauline about Caleb's accident. Caleb was discharged from the hospital three months later. He had lost a great deal of weight and looked as though a breeze was enough to bowl him over. He looked nothing like the successful and driven individual he used to be. He said, "Ophelia, I'm sorry. I agree to the divorce." I shot a look at the hand hanging at his side, aware that he had lost all sensation in that arm. Nevertheless, I felt nothing as I answered calmly, "Good."

Her latest post was a picture of a sapphire necklace with the caption, "A gift from him. Thanks! A pair of earrings was also given to me for free, but it was horrendous, so I didn't take it." So it turned out that it was just a free gift. My gaze landed on the pair of earrings in the trash. I couldn't believe that Andrew actually gave me such a perfunctory gift. He didn't even bother switching out the gift card! Just as I shut my eyes, my phone suddenly buzzed. It was an email from Lupin Airlines, informing me that my flight to Wolfen Kingdom in a week had been successfully booked. I knew it was time to end things once and for all.

"Lost in your drama? Drop the sob story." Grief overflowed, and my vision swam. "Wish it was fiction." I yanked the suitcase back and bolted. Her taunt echoed. "Stay gone since you're so tough! We'll pretend you're six feet under!" I paused, wiping my tears. As they wished, I would die out there.

The she-wolf who had always been so gentle and timid with him was dying from a terminal illness. Unable to accept it, he went into a frenzy, mobilizing the entire pack to look for me. He searched every corner of the city, asked everyone he could think of, but there was still no sign of me. … When he finally returned home, exhausted both physically and mentally, he stopped just before opening the door because he overheard Sophia and Lucas talking inside. "Mom, Vivian's finally gone. I'm so happy!" Lucas' voice dripped with glee. "Keep it down. Don't let your dad hear you." Sophia's voice was lower, but there was the same unmistakable pride in her tone.

“You’ve lost everything because you can’t separate business from emotion. I’m done trying to save you from yourself.” “James—” But he was already turning away. “Goodbye, Alex. I truly hope you find your way back before it’s too late.” He opened the door and walked out. The slam echoed like thunder. For a few moments, Alex just stood there, the room spinning around him. The envelope still sat on his desk, untouched. His heart was thumping heavily, each beat louder than the last. He rubbed his face with both hands and dropped back into his chair. For the first time in years, he felt completely alone. His best friend, his ally, gone.

cross your mind. You plunged me into these emotions that I have to fight against every day of my life, and it's tormenting me like a path I must walk. I insist, I wish we had never met. Even though I know good things don't always happen on stable ground. There will always be obstacles and difficulties, and I want you to know this. And now, there are two options for you: either stay or simply walk away, and whatever choice you make, I'm no longer concerned. Do whatever you want. I'm tired and sick of everything related to you. I wish I had never met you, and this path of life wouldn't exist, or I wouldn't be trying to convince you to choose the path that would benefit me. You don't care abou