Ninety Nine Wishes One Broken Marriage Novels & Stories

I couldn’t tell if the pain in my chest was worse than the physical pain, but oddly, after a while, the sharpness of my wound seemed to dull. For the next few days, I stayed in the house, waiting for him to return, but he never did. He didn’t even remember the promises he made. It was just like how he had forgotten all the promises he made back when we first got married. I didn’t have to worry about work since it was winter break, so there was no need to request leave.

All I feel is a hollow ache in my chest as if the world had gone cold around me. My sister and my husband kissing in front of my parents, yet mother just stands there fixing Enid's bags and father is on his phone, both pretending not to see what's in front of them. So, he didn't respond to my message and ended my call all for this? He was busy talking with Enid? I feel the prick in my anger, such an irritating sight…Lila my wolf growls in my head. I should really let him be. This marriage has always been too crowded for three. I slip my phone out of my bag and quickly type. I knew he saw my messages earlier and just ignored me, maybe since this one is about what he so desperately wants, he w

Simba snuggled comfortably in my arms. I cried until I was completely worn out and eventually dozed off. The next morning, Seth and I were woken up by a strange noise. I quickly ran to the bathroom once we saw each other. Inside, I saw Seth's face staring back at me in the mirror. I pinched my cheek. It hurt. This was not a dream. A counter with the number twenty on it suddenly appeared on our wrists. A book of instructions was lying on the coffee table in the living room. It informed us that this was a game to bring married couples closer together. If we hit a hundred points and told each other 'I love you', we would be able to switch back.

“Wendy, I know this is my fault. The child is mine, and I can’t just walk away. You’re also aware that even after all these years, you still haven’t gotten pregnant. I was wrong, but you should bear some responsibility too. Tell me how I can make it up to you.” Inside, I sneered. “Don’t you think it’s too late for that? If you truly want to make it up to me, bring me the pill.” Clayton clenched his jaw and swore with all his heart. “Wendy, I swear this is the last time. If it ever happens again, may I be left penniless and reduced to nothing.” He had no idea that he was out of chances. I held the last regret pill in my hand, though I did not take it in front of him.

"John, have you lost your mind? Today is my wedding day with Willow. What are you doing here?" Instead of backing down, John snapped, his voice tight with emotion. "I'm not the crazy one. You are! Willow was supposed to marry me. She is mine! I was the one who stood by her side during all those years you were in a coma. We were good together. She's only marrying you to spite me!" I glanced at Nathan nervously, afraid he might actually believe John's nonsense, but Nathan just raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Wow, so all those years and you still couldn't win her over? Sounds like I'm just more irresistible than you."

At the very end, James placed my hand into Elijah’s. “Kid, she’s yours now. “But remember this. “She’ll always be the daughter of ninety-nine men.” As we exchanged rings, a thunderous roar echoed across the sky. Ninety-nine helicopters formed four giant words overhead. [Congratulations, Newlyweds.] When I was thirty-two, I gave birth to twins—a boy and a girl. Outside the delivery room, ninety-nine white-haired old men packed the entire hallway. The head nurse almost thought a mafia war was about to break out inside the hospital.

I still remember how loving we were the first year we were together, but everything changed when her childhood crush returned from overseas. She kept her distance from me for no reason and would constantly test my love for her. Rina even said that I had to pass 99 tests of true love before I could marry her. The last time I had to go through one of her tests, she told me to attend a welcome party for Eugene in the middle of the night, but when I got to the door, a full bucket of flour was poured all over me. Eugene was holding the bucket of flour while saying in a pitiful manner, "I poured the flour on you, Micah. You aren't mad at me, are you? I just wanted to make this a fun party for ever

“Unless it’s a miracle lottery win, I don’t think anything can fix this.” Emma leaned forward, voice dropping. “There’s this new government program called the One-Year Marriage Incentive Scheme. Couples who sign a legal one-year marriage contract and live together get a huge one-time payment — enough to cover major medical bills and clear heavy debts. After twelve months, you can walk away free.” Abby froze. “Marry a stranger for money?”

"When he was being rushed in and wheeled into surgery, I remember that he kept repeating something under his breath. "Something like… his birthday wish finally came true, or something along those lines. That might be what he cares about most deep down. If you want to try waking him up, you could start from there." Mom kept turning the doctor's words over in her mind. She murmured to herself, "A birthday wish? That's right… Zero has never once celebrated his birthday. He must really want that. But what was his birthday wish?" I wanted to tell her that my birthday wish was to die. All she needed to do was stop the treatment, and my wish would finally come true. Unfortunately, Mom couldn't hear

Without being asked, he laced his fingers with mine and kissed the back of my hand, lingering there for a long moment. I stared at our intertwined fingers. Once, the same hands had been reluctant to even touch me. Now, he held mine as though he were afraid I would disappear if he ever let go. Something heavy lodged in my throat. So this was what it felt like to be loved by my own husband. “Not yet.” I glanced at Dylan, then remembered the fairy-tale books I had bought with him that day. I reached up and ran my fingers through his thick hair. “Can I make my twenty-fifth wish?” I asked.