If Wishes Were Fishes Novels & Stories

"Connor, don't you know that my wishes are limited? You probably don't know this either—my 100th wish was to return everything to its original state. Your wealth and status never truly belonged to you." Connor's face turned deathly pale. He lunged forward and grabbed my hand again. "Willow, I know you can still make a wish. You can still make one more, right?" This time, I was utterly infuriated. I flung his hand away. "You know that if I make one more wish, I'll die," I said solemnly. A wish granter's power was not unlimited. In one lifetime, the most one could make was 100 wishes. Upon making the 101st wish, their body would rot and collapse, leading to a swift death.

Felt that? So what if one day, when fairy tales and happiness are too absurd for you, someone offered you-- Not a fairy god mother, not a witch, not genie, not a mist... but just someone who can make you happy, offering to make you feel it again. But of course nothing lasts forever. Only fifty five real happiness, real wishes. Once you feel happy for fifty five times, the ones who came to make you happy will be disappear like they never happened. You have to continue as if they never existed. Would you take it or would you leave the offer and find your own happiness?

Eyes wide open. "AHHHHH", she scream

It's like, this place wants and welcomes me! That is why I could swim faster as no one hinders me! And... I reached the egg... Is this it? Can I finally have a wish? I wish... I went near the egg and face it... I wish... I hold it and tried to fertilize it... I wish... However, hours passed by, I couldn't get it in... I wish... More hours passed, and another sperm came... Then another... I wish... Hours came, I'm still here... While the other went in...

At the back of the room, there was a space where I knew a copy of Clarissa's third mock exam scores and college entrance exam results would soon be posted. I opened my mother's latest diary entry. [Clarissa, I hope you understand the love I've given you. Even though you've become distant these past few years and no longer call me "Aunt Fiona", it's okay. After your college exams, you'll come back to me. It's been eighteen years, and I've waited for you for so long. When we're reunited, you'll see through the Gardners' hypocrisy. You'll understand what I've sacrificed for you.]

Why does it feel like I'm making a mistake. And why do I feel like I was seconds away from crying? Why did I feel so fucking miserable? AMELIA I looked down at the suitcase of gold Emmette Nash offered to me. This was a bribe. I smiled up at him, his hands in his pocket as he stared down at me. "Won't you sit Mr Nash?" I gloated, he shook his head. "I'll be brief." He started. "We haven't been seeing eye to eye recently but I assure you at the moment we both have one common goal. Your son and my wife's reunion." He said as my smile slowly fell from my face.

The woman wouldn't stop chatting with Mom as soon as she caught sight of her. Later, Mom told me that another woman had seduced her friend's husband, and her friend had then arranged for the vixen to be shipped abroad to Mietnam. I was taken aback, completely in awe of Mom's friend's connections. Then, Mom asked me in a low voice, "Do you know who that vixen is?" I shook my head. "Leticia Gomez! "That woman specifically targets rich men, making herself sad and pitiful so that they would take her in. Her tactics are truly despicable."

Elodie Standing near the cooker, I stir slowly at the pot, the steam rising around my face though my mind is filled. Mostly I wish for people to change but I also know that wishes are losing games, and if it were to be horses, beggars would ride on it, and I'd be far away from this mess I’m facing. But reality isn't a fairy tale. I know I cannot just disappear or wait for a miracle to walk up to me, but one thing is still sure, I won't back down.

I told them. They did not waste any time and fled out of the section where they could still smell the fishy odor. This is just a supermarket inside a mall, yet they find the smell fishy already. How much more if they went to a supermarket for ordinary people? They might wish to remove their nose in an instant. Just imagining it makes me laugh already. While Steven and Mavin were paying for the things we bought, I received a text from Jake. "So, we are not able to meet again?" I told myself after reading his message.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go see some big fishes. Come on." The large room was empty, with only the occasional fish swimming about.The lights above were dimmed, casting a soft glow that illuminated every surface in its path. The water seemed to be moving without any current. It almost looked like a dreamscape or a painting - but as soon as I looked away for even a second, it would disappear into nothingness once again.The whole place seemed unreal to me; everything was so colourful and colourful. It felt magical; a wonderland of colours that I wished I could explore and experience forever.