In The Poem Earnest Wish Novels & Stories

He smirked. His breath hit my face as he leaned closer towards my lips. I couldn't stop smiling, impatiently waiting for the moment our lips would finally touch. I placed my arms on his firm shoulders, sliding them towards his neck. A breath away and my wish would come true, our lips would meet in a heated passion. A passion that was already burning my soul. Wishes did come true. For some reason, that thought brought a familiar saying to my mind. "Wishes do come true, it just depends on the wish. The small ones come true almost immediately, but the big wishes take time. But they do come true. So your wish will come true, my little apple, all it takes is patience."

> Host… you are the product of a wish made from loss, from longing… Dream’s desperate, foolish, heartbroken wish. I pressed my face into my hands, rocking slightly. My chest ached in ways I didn’t know possible. A mix of anger, confusion, and a hollow, aching sorrow spread through me. My life, the one I had built here, the one that felt so painfully real, was built on a thread of someone else’s grief, a single, reckless wish whispered into the void.

It seemed to watch over me like a silent companion, a visitor like me. When I lowered my gaze back to the fireflies, they seemed to gather closer, as if drawn to my presence. My heart lightened a little despite everything. I closed my eyes and began to make my wishes. I wished for forgiveness from Mommy—for her to accept me back and let me come home. I missed her and the warmth of our family more than words could say. Then I wished for clarity about Justin. If we were truly not meant for each other, I hoped for a sign—so I would know if I should stop waiting or keep hoping. But maybe I shouldn’t wait anymore, since he had Lenita now. The thought tightened my chest with sadness.

I just wish… I just wish this tense air between us would go away. I miss the sound of her laugh, the spark behind her chocolate brown eyes, the way everything about her body makes my heart sing. I know she’s angry with me, and she has every right to be, but God do I wish I could turn back time and tell her the truth before it was too late.

she asked softly. He smiled. "If I tell you..." "It won't come true." She laughed quietly. "You're impossible." "And you married me anyway." "I did." She looked up at the glowing lanterns drifting toward the heavens. "My wish wasn't for us." "No?" She shook her head. "I wished that every child born into this kingdom..." "...including ours..." "...would grow up never knowing the sound of war." Kieran took her hand, his eyes never leaving the sky. "I think that's a wish worth sharing."

Still I answered. "There are so many things I wish for, first I want mother to be free and happy. To have everything she wants. I also want to be happy. I want to have a beautiful garden where I could watch the sunset and sunrise. I wish to dance in the Rain, to have a pet. Perhaps a dog... I trailed off looking into space, my heart clenching as I thought of what I wished for the most . I wish could turn back time to the day I met Alexander Greyford then I'd do everything in my power to make sure our paths never cross.

My fingers tremble slightly, not from the cold, but from the weight of the hope I’ve carried in my heart for so long. Our son follows. He’s nestled between us, his cheeks rosy from the cold, his tiny fingers wrapped around his candle like it’s the most important thing in the world. He leans forward and says, clear as the winter sky, “I wish.… for the moon to never leave the sky.” I swallow back a rush of emotion, my heart aching at the innocence and truth in his words. Kane goes last. He doesn’t speak his wish aloud. He just closes his eyes, dips his head slightly toward the flame, and lets it carry whatever vow lives inside his heart. I watch him, feeling the weight of his presence beside m

Owen's impatient voice cuts through the moment, but I can't tear my eyes away from Warren as he takes a slow sip of his beer. "Blow out your candles," Ant chimes in with a lazy drawl, his eyes lingering on the chocolate frosted cake that sits before me. I nod absentmindedly, my mind still consumed by the sight of Warren. I don't have a wish. Everything I could possibly want is right in front of me. But if I could make one wish, it would be for Warren. I want him more than anything, but the fear of heartbreak holds me back. With a deep breath, I lean forward and blow out the candles, the flames flickering and dancing before fading away as the room erupts into cheers and applause.

My eyes, twin pools of hope, sought his. A smile graced his lips, a tender curve that held a thousand unspoken words. He shook his head, a gentle denial that sent ripples through the stillness. "I wish I could," he murmured, a cryptic melody that left more questions than answers. Was I unworthy? Had the bond of mates been forgotten by him?

I smiled, my heart warming with joy, and said, "Ok, let's try this and see!" I carefully took out the tiny tear from its resting place and placed it in the palm of my hand, feeling a surge of excitement and hope. I spoke the words Whisper had whispered to me, my voice filled with conviction and longing. "I wish for an ancient Luminari Male, who would love Whisper with all of his heart and soul, and they would have many children together, filling their lives with joy and laughter, and live happily together forever!" Whisper's eyes grew wide with wonder and anticipation as the tear began to glow, radiating a soft, ethereal light. Then, in an instant, it disintegrated into dust, leaving behind