My Wish Modern Novels & Stories

she cursed in haze, her brown orbs went visibly wide when they met my midnight one… I could see her lips trembling while my hands still remained snaked around her waist, she was about to speak but I beat her with my words “If you are not scared then why are you trembling” I questioned her “Because you are standing too close to me…” she said in her wobbly voice and I was stunned with her answer, I kept staring at her eyes when she suddenly straighten her spine and brought her hands in-between us and lightly pushed me away… “I think I know what I want as my wish…” She suddenly said by diverting her eyes “What?” I questioned her with raised eyebrow “My wish, you said you’ll grant me one wish fo

“Hmm. It might be too much information for you, but…” “It’s okay.” “Yes.” “I could handle this much, Sire.” “Lady Maharlika, I am very grateful for your help. I really wish I could repay your sincerity.” “Then if I were to wish now, will you gladly grant it Sire?” What would she wish for? Even if it is for a miracle, he would risk what he could to grant anything she would wish for. “I wish to take a leave from work.” But what she wanted was harder than a miracle.

Is it possible that I was struggling to find the right words to say? Cloud, how I wish I could tell you how many wonderful emotions you have the ability to elicit from me. I wish I could tell you how the time I spent with you and your family made it so easy for me to slip and fall. And that I wish I could tell you that I don't want our relationship to come to an end. I wish I could tell you how much I enjoy spending time with you. When I tell you that I enjoy having you here, I wish you felt the same way. I wish my heart wasn't so cruel as to believe that you would simply reject this expression of affection. I hope we can make it sooner rather than later without the need for someone else to

Travis’s mom set the cake in front of me, homemade, beautiful, candles already lit, flickering softly, casting a warm glow over the room. "Come on, sweetheart," Travis murmured from behind me, his hand sliding around my waist, his breath warm against my ear. "Make a wish." I swallowed. I had spent so many years not letting myself want things. Not letting myself hope. Not letting myself ask for more than what I already had. But now? Now I was here. And maybe— Just maybe— It was time to start wishing for something again. I closed my eyes. Took a breath. Let myself feel it.

“This is a wish tree, but it doesn’t work like a typical wishing well. Instead, it reveals whether a wish can be fulfilled or not, and explains why it can or cannot be realized.” He continued, “I made a wish to be with Neil. The tree deity said the chance was zero and provided a reason that perfectly aligned with my thoughts.” There was a glimmer of resignation and acceptance in Peter’s eyes, suggesting he had been mentally prepared for this outcome. The wish tree seemed to possess a mystical power, revealing deep truths hidden within the heart.

"I had forgotten today was my birthday." I watched her. The woman who had shouldered so many wounds alone, who had risen from so many falls, was now surrounded by her own, surprised that someone thought to celebrate her. That was the real gift. The celebration flowed with laughter, hugs, and presents. Amelie opened each gift with disbelief, as if she couldn't accept that it was for her. When we finally lit the candles and sang "Happy Birthday," she closed her eyes and made a wish before blowing them out.

Scowling, Frank asked, "Where have you been the past few days?" His gaze darkened further as he stared at the Lincoln limousine. "You rented this car, didn't you? Do you think our money grows on trees?" He went ahead and assumed Elena was spending the Shaws' money. "You made a public announcement saying that you're cutting all ties with us, and yet you're still spending our money?" Molly said with an icy expression. "As for the gown you're wearing…" Irene chimed in with a smirk, "It's a fake, isn't it? There's no way you can buy real haute couture. You can only get a knockoff."

“You’re in our world now. Wishes can come true. If I were you, I’d grab the opportunity.” “But would it still count, since it isn’t my birthday anymore?” I ask. “I say it’s worth a try,” Ariah urges. “We take wishes seriously around here. Now make one, and make it good.” “And most importantly, don’t tell anyone,” Nate adds. I sigh, leaning forward, and close my eyes. There’s a lot I can wish for. Yet the only thing I want more than anything right now is for my new friends to be the real deal. I won’t be able to handle any more heartbreak. Or more stagnant relationships that do more harm than anything.

Still, Mary was smiling blissfully, hugging Chris' arm as she gloated, "I'm no longer your wife, George. Quit being so sarcastic." Chris' arm tightened around her waist as he smiled too. "Oh, don't waste your breath, Mary, or he'll get to you. Let's go home to your mansion already." 'So that the bum won't have a chance to regret.' Hearing his thoughts, I could laugh. Regret? I was the one who was worried Mary would regret this! Still, this was just getting good, and I was patient enough to wait. And just as I thought, what Chris said left Mary confused. "What mansion?"

Maybe they'll also have a beautiful end after all this suffering. "Make a wish." He said suddenly. She looked astonished at his sudden suggestion. "What?" She scoffed and gave him a weird look. "Make a wish." He repeated as he nodded, sounding pretty serious. "...ok..." She said and found his request a little weird. They both closed their eyes and made a wish. She bit her lower lip and clenched her fists. "I wish to die." She wished, a torturous expression on her face, as she couldn't bear the pain anymore. His consoling made her feel better but she didn't have any reason to live on.