Novel & Cerita Last Wish Wishes

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?

He still would not let me in the library though. It was my 22 birthday, and Amara (age 22), Blake (age 26. He had stopped aging 6 years ago.) , and Anthony wanted to take me out to watch a movie. They said it would be worth watching. It was a movie about a man who went to hell to save his wife. They said it was old, but good. The name of the movie was “What Dreams May Come”. It made me cry at the end of it. After the movie we all went our separate ways. Amara had to go to college classes, and Blake had a job as a bodyguard for a client. He wasn’t allowed to tell much about his job. Well he told Anthony, but not me and Amara.

She went to the main building of Laurasia while enduring the fact that Jackson was getting unfairly ruined because of her. Since she could not contact him, all there was left to do was for her to help him in the way she could. She dialled Grayson's number, but it simply went to voicemail. Either way, she still spoke. "You win, but before I sign our divorce papers, grant this one wish of mine." She then pressed the highest floor of the building. "Meet me at the place where we first met and watch the sunset with me."

I make it short, and he looks at me through narrowed eyes, confused, but I decide not to explain my crazy interaction with whoever that was, but do what I brought him here to do, and take the checkbook from my bag. “Tell me your name, please,” I request as I fill in the other fields, including the amount. “Why?” He asks suspiciously, making me smile. “Because I want to make your second biggest wish come true,” I answer as I look at him expectantly, and he opens his mouth, then closes it, not sure if he should talk, or if he can. “J-James Wilson.” He stutters in a shaky voice, probably realizing what I’m doing, and after I finish, I rip the check and give it to him.

Kelvin said Tears streamed down my face as my heart beat in disbelief. I never thought I will be in a position whereby I have to think of a last wish. Honestly, I don’t have a last wish, though I have two wishes that are yet to be fulfilled; my revenge and being with Ashton.

Elena's POV "My life is a little complicated right now and I wish now more than ever that you were here so I could talk to you," I whisper. The light breeze in the air whips my brown locks to the side. The smell of the coming winter lingers in the Seattle air. I grab the sides of my black coat and pull it tighter around me in a futile attempt to keep the cold air from touching my already trembling body. I look at the marble stone and run my fingers along the white, engraved words that read, 'In Loving Memory of Jessica Danvers April 15, 1968 - October 21, 2009, Beloved wife, mother, daughter and friend.'

Joshua gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before kneeling beside her. "Go ahead, Sheila. Make your wish." Looking at the hopeful faces surrounding her, Sheila folded her hands and slowly closed her eyes. "My first wish… I hope my legs recover as soon as possible. "My second wish… I hope the rest of my life will be filled with freedom and happiness. "My third wish… I hope the people I never want to see again will disappear from my world forever." Thunderous applause filled the ballroom. To everyone else, her wishes seemed unremarkable. Only Joshua and Max understood their meaning, and the smiles on their faces faltered.

“Whatever you wish, my queen.” THE END

What have I discovered? There he was looking at the illumination with complete wonder. He wonders why the hall is like that, is this mysterious? he thinks but since he has never been a fan of superstition and the fact that he is a science student lets him conclude it must be some electrical wiring causing everything. He tries to open it but doesn’t know how to, it’s all flat lying on the stone table. He looks on the glass, it’s written, ‘Just wish’. Could this book be important, kept here?

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.