My Wish Modern Novels & Stories

"Go where? What, now that you’re done with me, you’re just tossing me back into the guest room?" I forced a small, tired smile. "No, I mean… you’re free. You can go wherever you want." Without another word, he turned and walked out. The door slammed shut behind him, the impact shaking the walls. Yeah. He was pissed. I had planned to hold out until the seventh day, but what was the point? I had already gotten everything I wanted. In the end, it was all about the experience. I had been selfish. If hell existed, I'd probably be first in line.

Morrighan Yearwood is the Director of Mistfall Wilderness Camp. A tall, trim figure, with pale skin and perfectly coiffed silver hair, she cuts an authoritative figure. As always, she’s dressed flawlessly, and today, her gaze is grim when I walk in. “I had hoped, Miss Night, that you would have ceased this reckless behavior of yours,” her tone is chiding, disappointment lacing it. I don’t say anything, standing before her, my jaw clenched.

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.

She asks with a giggle a chuckle leaves my lips, "I'm majoring in music while in college," "Do you like to play instruments and sing?" Zeus asks and I nod a small smile gracing my face "Can't wait to hear that," Poseidon says earning a glare from Death and a shrug from me ~ "So when can I go back?" I asked Death for the 100th time as we were in a room by ourselves and the Gods and Goddesses were discussing some things about me. "Ugh," he groans before snapping his fingers and we were back in Mika's house

The Moon Goddess leans forward to stroke Ember’s head as she waits for my responds. I think about it for a bit. There are so many things I could wish for. Peace on earth, meet Elvis Presley or Kurt Cobain, a private concert of some of my favorite bands like Guns N Roses or Fleetwood Mac… OH! Blink-182 was an option too. Maybe I could ask for a house here in the spirit realm since I am going to be here for a while. After thinking about it, I knew all those material things would not bring me joy. “I wish for the two people I love most to find their second chance,” is all I say. She’s the moon goddess, she’s smart. I know she will figure out my meaning. The Moon Goddess lifts an eyebrow, “You c

Isabella glanced at Lucius, who was blocking her from enjoying the food, and had no choice but to close her eyes and clasp her hands together to make a wish. Her first wish was, of course, for her career in entertainment to continue thriving and reach new heights. Her second wish... She secretly opened one eye and quietly gazed at the tall and handsome man, her heart filled with sweetness, as she made her wish: ‘To marry the person I love soon, to marry him.’ ***

Nothing could ever compare to this. “Anyone ever tell you that you taste like cherries, Red?” Bo’s words are heavy as he breathes against my skin, sending a shiver through my body straight into my core. The ache between my legs is too much. How do people not live like this? Wrapped in each other’s embrace twenty four seven. I never want to feel anything beside the pure unadulterated bliss that is coursing through my body right now.

"And Christmas is coming up fast. But remember, wishes don't always come true exactly as we think they will. Sometimes they happen in ways we don't expect." Malaya nodded thoughtfully, then closed her eyes as Laila clasped her hands gently. "Ready to pray?" "Mhm." "Dear Lord," Malaya whispered solemnly, "please bless Mommy and my grandparents and family. Please let me get all the toys on my Christmas list… and please let me get my Christmas wish. Amen." Laila chuckled softly. "Care to tell me what your Christmas wish is, nugget?" Malaya's shoulders curled inward. "I… I don't want you to be mad at me."

She sat beside Emily, lit up the candles, and whispered to her, “Make a wish, sweetheart.” Emily weakly looked at the candle. Her birthday was no longer feeling special. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and made her wish. "I wish my father will love me again. I wish he could see the hurt in my eyes when he ignores me and feel the emptiness in my heart when he's not there. I wish he could understand how much his presence means to me and how his absence affects me. I wish my dad could love me unconditionally, value me, and be proud of having me as his daughter." She finished and blew out the candles, hoping that her wishes would be granted.

"Zero, I'll come see you again next time." I waved back. Only, this time, it was a final goodbye. There wouldn't be a next time. I felt my wish had finally come true when I saw Mom finally find happiness and peace. Sometimes, I still wondered if people got another life. Whose child would I be in my next life? And if I ever got to celebrate another birthday, I hoped my wish would be something simple, like growing up safe and happy.